Visit to the "salon"
I've been in desperate need for a haircut for over a month now. I had an appointment with my regular stylist this past weekend, but ended up having to cancel it 'cause something else came up. Anyway, I wanted to get a cut before I went home for Thanksgiving so I called a couple of places for a last minute appointment, but predictably, they were all booked up for evening appointments.
So (let me emphasize that I really desperately needed a haircut) I decided to walk-in at a place that will remain nameless out of sheer embarrassment. If I had gotten a fantabulous haircut, I would be talking the place up and bragging about how I got a great cut at a relatively inexpensive price, but alas, that was not the case. I suppose it was partially my own fault. There were several hints that should have tipped me off as to what to expect:
1) There were only 2 customers in a place that could easily have serviced at least 10 people at once. I gave them the benefit of the doubt since it's a Tuesday night.
2) English was obviously not the first language of my "stylist" . When I tried to describe what I wanted (a simple trim and thinning), she had serious issues understanding what I wanted. I assume she finally understood and then took me over to get washed.
3) After shampooing, we went back to her station where she combs me out. She then looks at the floor and tells me to stand with my feet together. Totally confused, I look at the floor where I see a power strip with a bunch of wires everywhere. I'm thinking "how nice, she's going to organize that mess so I don't get electrocuted." Not quite... she grabs an electric razor and starts "trimming" my hair with that. At this point, I'm totally thinking I'm in the wrong place and I should walk out, but she's already started cutting so it's too late now. I asked her if she only cuts for men, but she assures me that she cuts for women too and that the razor is just as effective as scissors.
4) 15 minutes later (no exaggeration - I checked my watch), she's done. Seriously, this is BY FAR the fastest haircut I've ever gotten. Which I honestly didn't mind because, at that point, I was just trying to get out of there as fast as I could.
Anyway, that was my first experience getting a haircut while standing, and hopefully my last.
Moral of the story - you get what you pay for.
So (let me emphasize that I really desperately needed a haircut) I decided to walk-in at a place that will remain nameless out of sheer embarrassment. If I had gotten a fantabulous haircut, I would be talking the place up and bragging about how I got a great cut at a relatively inexpensive price, but alas, that was not the case. I suppose it was partially my own fault. There were several hints that should have tipped me off as to what to expect:
1) There were only 2 customers in a place that could easily have serviced at least 10 people at once. I gave them the benefit of the doubt since it's a Tuesday night.
2) English was obviously not the first language of my "stylist" . When I tried to describe what I wanted (a simple trim and thinning), she had serious issues understanding what I wanted. I assume she finally understood and then took me over to get washed.
3) After shampooing, we went back to her station where she combs me out. She then looks at the floor and tells me to stand with my feet together. Totally confused, I look at the floor where I see a power strip with a bunch of wires everywhere. I'm thinking "how nice, she's going to organize that mess so I don't get electrocuted." Not quite... she grabs an electric razor and starts "trimming" my hair with that. At this point, I'm totally thinking I'm in the wrong place and I should walk out, but she's already started cutting so it's too late now. I asked her if she only cuts for men, but she assures me that she cuts for women too and that the razor is just as effective as scissors.
4) 15 minutes later (no exaggeration - I checked my watch), she's done. Seriously, this is BY FAR the fastest haircut I've ever gotten. Which I honestly didn't mind because, at that point, I was just trying to get out of there as fast as I could.
Anyway, that was my first experience getting a haircut while standing, and hopefully my last.
Moral of the story - you get what you pay for.
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