The Worst Haircut
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My worst haircut happened about three years ago. My normal hairdresser was booked for appointments for the next two weeks. Figuring that it was only a trim, I decided to venture into the mall to find a hairdresser. I ended up at Holiday Hair. As I was waiting in line I remember thinking to myself, “Hey, whats the worst that can happen? Its only a trim.” I was dead wrong. The “trim” turned into her hacking away at my hair like a drunken monkey, removing about six inches of uneven length from my hair. The front was longer than the back. The layers, that I didnt ask for, were all over the place. The entire time I didnt know if I should ither scream or cry. I kept trying to calm myself down, reassuring myself that I would go to my hairdresser the next day and after seeing this autrocity she would have to take me in. As this so called “hairdresser” was finishing blowdrying my hair I was counting the seconds until it was over. Until, I felt a sharp stinging pain coming from my right ear, followed by the shriek
of the hairdresser. As I reached up to touch my ear my hand began to fill with blood. She had ripped the earring in my cartilage clear through the back of my ear with the comb. I couldnt believe my eyes. After a few minutes of trying to get the blood to stop, I gathered my things and headed for the door as fast as I could. I couldnt believe what had just happened. It felt like a bad dream. Upon exiting the salon I was greated by, yet again, the hairdresser. She proceeded to inform me that “she had done the haircut, so I still had to pay her.” Instead, I sued her.
All I asked for was a simple trim. Not a lawnmower haircut and a disfigured ear. I pray to God that they dont let you cut hair anymore. Infact, I hope youre banned from ever operating scissors or a comb again. My advice to you is to find a new hobby.
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