Bad hair day

Geez. Before today, I would have said that having a haircut is no big deal. Now, I'd happily say, 'Think again.'

I mean, come on, how hard is it exactly to understand that I just wanted a trim at the edges? But no, that guy just had to natter on and on, asking if I wanted a V-shape or a U-shape cut, if I wanted to straighten my hair...grr. He just couldn't shut up the entire time he was cutting my hair! I merely said 'trim', for goodness's sake! (What on earth are V-shape and U-shape cuts, anyway?)

The result? I ended up with uneven hair lengths. Mum said she could have done a much better job with a pair of blunt scissors, it was so uneven. C'mon, it can't look all that bad...I'm hoping against hope that it isn't, anyway.

Lesson for today: a sociable barber equals bad hair-cut.

Next time, I'll opt for a silent one. Hostile, whatever; as long as he does a good job with my hair.

Sheesh.