Post #22 in the Blog Every Day in May Challenge, 250 or less. Prompt for May 22: Rant about something.
I hate getting a haircut from a new person! I explain the idiosyncrasies of my hair. I sit up straight. I say, “Just a trim.” Still I get a really BAD haircut. All I can do is live with it.
Most recently, my hairdresser canceled because she didn’t get back from a funeral in time. I was rescheduled for the next day. Okay.
The next morning I got a call asking me to come earlier, but had a previously scheduled event. When I said I couldn’t come, the receptionist said that was okay—she was asking just in case.
When I was en route to my event, my hairdresser herself called my cell to say she couldn’t be there. “Could I come on a later day?” Of course not. My original appointment was intentionally TWO DAYS BEFORE we were leaving town.
So I had to settle.
Settling for a substitute haircutter is NEVER good. The front is not bad. The back is chopped up in a very strange way.
This is the third time in the last few months that my haircut appointment has been changed—once because her mother was hospitalized (acceptable), and once because she went to the racetrack (not).
So now the quandary—new hairdresser? How many bad haircuts would I suffer before I found a person that suited me? Perhaps I’ll just let it grow. A ponytail is a sure cure for a bad haircut.
