I don’t get haircuts very often. During “the pandemic” I used to cut my son’s hair (initial failure, he looked like a convict but it slowly improved) and my own; even my bangs. I don’t understand why any woman’s haircut is always 150 Euros and up. With this in mind, I don’t get haircuts too often. I like my long hair and this messy-I-just-got-up-and-had-no-time-to-use-a-comb style. I have had this haircut for ten years or so and still like it. If I end up at a hair salon (maybe after I hit the lottery) I usually cannot wait to get out. So, here is a list of everything a hairdresser could do during a haircut before I speak up:
Cut my hair too short (they always cut hair too short!)
Start trimming my ear hair (I had ear hair?)
Force me to have an opinion on Royal gossip or any gossip actually
Cut my hair longer somehow
Start using a product I don’t recognize
Start using a product I do recognize: Kikkoman Soy Sauce
Start talking about me on their cell phone
Start talking about me on my cell phone
Say, “I wonder if I’m ambidextrous”
Shave part of my head
Wax part of my head
Wax my whole body
Tell me my hair is “brittle”
Say, “Oh my god, this looks terrible.”
Call over the barbers to snap pictures of something on the back of my head
Say, “Be right back,” and then go on vacation
Tell me my hair is “sleepy”
Start sneaking sips of that blue liquid he keeps his combs in
Steal my wallet
Steal my boyfriend
Tell me he’s going to give me the “Van Gogh” of haircuts
Say, “Wow, that’s a lot of blood”
Insist I had only one ear when I came in
Cut up a line of dry shampoo and ask if I “party”
Ask for a tip after each snip
Sneeze on the back of my head
Get upset when I don’t say, “Bless you”
Tell me my hair is “claustrophobic”
Make me sweep up the hair clippings
Glue the hair clippings back on my head
Start cutting with finger scissors
Start cutting with hedge trimmers
Start cutting with their teeth while whispering, “Chomp chomp, here comes the haircut monster!”
Insist I pay for their Liferando order of fish tacos or anything fish actually
Not apologize for the fish taco juice dripping on my head
Hand me the scissors, then break out into a diabolical grin and whisper, “You fool. You sweet, simple fool. Hear those sirens? What do you think the police will say when they find your fingerprints on the murder weapon?”
Give me the exact hairstyle I requested, but I still look weird
