i'll admit, i should have taken the hint and fled the scene like i just stole something. but i decided to stick around. she starts cutting. and combing, and chopping. taking an inch off. an inch my ass! my hair is now about 3/4 of an inch all around. how the HELL can you screw up by OVER 200%?!?!
i'm at the verge of tears, looking at myself in the barber shop mirror, seeing this certified demon with shears grinning back at me, beaming with pride over her masterpiece, asking if i like it. i should have cut my losses and ran..
but no. i decide to open my mouth. and i tell her to trim my sideburns. yes, trim. again. i almost shit my pants when she took out the electric razor and COMPLETLY shaved off my right sideburn all the way to the top of my ear. well, now, Picasso you might as well do the OTHER side too!
then she attempts to style my hair using an EXESSIVE amount of gel, as if that could cover up her oh-so-evident lack of ability, and pulls out an industrial sized vacuum cleaner to make sure i'm completely 'hair free.'
so now i'm at home, $20 poorer, 3 pounds lighter, wearing what amounts to a cow lick on the top of my head. woopdie FREAKIN' doo.
i hate barbers.