These are the days of my life.
It was a Wednesday.
I was in need of a haircut bad. Real bad.
As I scoured the city streets for a Cost Cutters, or anywhere where my 2" trim would not set me back $40, I became more and more impatient.
I felt as if my hair was growing by the second and I couldn't take it anymore.
Enter the Unisex salon with a promising $9.50 haircut! sign in the window.
Typecast the old Russian woman with the permed hair and the layers of caked on make-up who said all of two words.
Watch as she starts raking (that might be too nice of a word) a brush (a BRUSH!) through my DRY, curly, tangly hair. Watch as I wince in pain. Watch as my hair slowly starts to form a flat, frizzy triangle of hideous proportions.
Like witnessing a train wreck, it is hard to look away as she takes a pair of scissors and goes "snip snip snip" along the bottom - no layers, no method, no mercy.
Gasp in horror as she finishes and puts no moisture, product, LIFE into my newly coifed triangle 'do.
Not only that - $12 was my total charge.
My hair is recovering - although still in a state of shock. It will take time. Patience.
But one day, it will rise again.