Another reason for my kontinuing dislike of beauticians.
So yesterday sucked.
Here is an isolated story of sucking.
I went to the Hair Cuttery by my apartment to get my hair kut. Right after I registered my name on the list, a family of 4, a couple, and a single dude all put their names in after me, kausing a long wait tyme for that last dude. Especially bekause the establishment was short-handed.
I was called soon after registering, and a lady named Paula shampooed and began to kut my hair. I asked her what there is to do in Danville for fun, and she essentially said, "going to Champaign/Urbana". We chuckled. She followed my direktions for the kut well, and I was cool with it.
Until she whipped out a hairdryer and started parting and drying it. At this point, I said, "You know, I never like to get the dry/style option. I always just leave with it wet." To which she replied, "Oh, it feels good to get your hair done every now and then! It always makes me feel pretty." And she kontinued to dry.
She got some hair produkts and hairspray. I said, "You know, I'm just going to the grocery and then going home. I'd hate to waste all these products if I'm not going out or anything." She just kept doing her thing. I chalked it up to "okay, southern hospitality. I'm new in town and she's giving me first style for free. Bekause I've made it klear that I don't want it and she hasn't asked me about it."
She started spraying hairspray. I said, "This is only the second time in my life I've had hairspray in my hair. The other time was when I stood up in my sister's wedding." She said, "Oh?" and kept fucking with it.
I looked in the mirror when she was done and my hair looked and felt like a fucking bad toupee. She was all, "Oh, your face shape is so perfect for short hair. I can't imagine why you kept it long for most of your life, like you said!" And went on and on and on about how kute my hair looked.
She was dead wrong. It looked terrible. And I am aware that short hair looks questionable on people with wide, pudgy faces. I just like it bekause it's less to fuck with.
I went to the desk to pay for the kut, and she says, "$18, please."
Which is the price for the "Shampoo/cut/dry/style" kombo. I wanted the "Shampoo/cut" for $13. She tried to pressure me into paying for the atrocity atop my head.
I told her, "I only wanted the shampoo/cut. I didn't ask for the style."
"Oooooh, well, I suppose I didn't ask you about that, did I?" *dripped with false innocence*
I was charged $13. She was not tipped. I didn't want to make a scene, so I left quietly. I think what she did was extremely shady and I will steer my friends klear of this operation.
Not only did she waste my tyme, but her own tyme, AND the tyme of the people who were waiting in line behynd me.
Then I had to go grocery shopping with this shit on my head. Hopefully it was understood by passersby as a mistake of science.
I kame home and immediately took a shower. Right after I was pissed off at fynding that the maintenence guy at my apartment komplex no call/no showed yet another appointment to take kare of something at my apartment.
Happy ending: Now that my hair is not full of hair produkts...I'm aktually okay with the hairkut itself.
Here is an isolated story of sucking.
I went to the Hair Cuttery by my apartment to get my hair kut. Right after I registered my name on the list, a family of 4, a couple, and a single dude all put their names in after me, kausing a long wait tyme for that last dude. Especially bekause the establishment was short-handed.
I was called soon after registering, and a lady named Paula shampooed and began to kut my hair. I asked her what there is to do in Danville for fun, and she essentially said, "going to Champaign/Urbana". We chuckled. She followed my direktions for the kut well, and I was cool with it.
Until she whipped out a hairdryer and started parting and drying it. At this point, I said, "You know, I never like to get the dry/style option. I always just leave with it wet." To which she replied, "Oh, it feels good to get your hair done every now and then! It always makes me feel pretty." And she kontinued to dry.
She got some hair produkts and hairspray. I said, "You know, I'm just going to the grocery and then going home. I'd hate to waste all these products if I'm not going out or anything." She just kept doing her thing. I chalked it up to "okay, southern hospitality. I'm new in town and she's giving me first style for free. Bekause I've made it klear that I don't want it and she hasn't asked me about it."
She started spraying hairspray. I said, "This is only the second time in my life I've had hairspray in my hair. The other time was when I stood up in my sister's wedding." She said, "Oh?" and kept fucking with it.
I looked in the mirror when she was done and my hair looked and felt like a fucking bad toupee. She was all, "Oh, your face shape is so perfect for short hair. I can't imagine why you kept it long for most of your life, like you said!" And went on and on and on about how kute my hair looked.
She was dead wrong. It looked terrible. And I am aware that short hair looks questionable on people with wide, pudgy faces. I just like it bekause it's less to fuck with.
I went to the desk to pay for the kut, and she says, "$18, please."
Which is the price for the "Shampoo/cut/dry/style" kombo. I wanted the "Shampoo/cut" for $13. She tried to pressure me into paying for the atrocity atop my head.
I told her, "I only wanted the shampoo/cut. I didn't ask for the style."
"Oooooh, well, I suppose I didn't ask you about that, did I?" *dripped with false innocence*
I was charged $13. She was not tipped. I didn't want to make a scene, so I left quietly. I think what she did was extremely shady and I will steer my friends klear of this operation.
Not only did she waste my tyme, but her own tyme, AND the tyme of the people who were waiting in line behynd me.
Then I had to go grocery shopping with this shit on my head. Hopefully it was understood by passersby as a mistake of science.
I kame home and immediately took a shower. Right after I was pissed off at fynding that the maintenence guy at my apartment komplex no call/no showed yet another appointment to take kare of something at my apartment.
Happy ending: Now that my hair is not full of hair produkts...I'm aktually okay with the hairkut itself.