...but the one I had yesterday made me want to commit homicide. I had my hair cut by one of the so-called managers. I won't give out her full name, but do yourself a favor and AVOID the initials N.G. It was truly the worst $47 I ever spent.
Before we got started, I told her exactly what I wanted: A trim off the ends, including the side-swept bangs I already had. Simple enough...I thought.
The shampoo was where a long, awkward, mostly one-sided conversation began. Instead of talking and washing my hair at the same time, she simply stopped what she was doing to run her trap for a good 2-3 minutes at a time about the economy and the beautiful bride she styled that morning and all the boring details of this stranger's wedding. This was highly annoying, especially in the uncomfortable position of balancing my head in a sink. I tried to remain quiet so as not to carry on the conversation, but this woman basically kept stopping and talking to herself, her hands dripping over my face as she waved them around to emphasize her speech.
We finally got back to her station, where she continued to ramble. She stopped cutting my hair during her talking stretches as well. I really dislike conversation during beauty services, but I'm also paranoid about being rude, so while trying to act busy with my cellphone I would utter the occasional short sentence or agreement just to be nice. Sadly, this only fueled her diatribe, and during my 30 minute haircut I learned more than anyone needs to know about this woman's real estate history and past marital problems. Then she asked if I had any kids. I finally gave a blunt, can't-take-this-anymore response: ""I really don't care for children. I'm already happily sterilized."" (And I was being honest; I HAD to cut her off because it's one of the few topics that make me want to puke.)
Missing the 'shut up' cue, she recounted her miscarriage woes, infertility and subsequent failure to adopt a child by the time the courts deemed her to be too old.
I stopped listening and responding. I'd had enough. Instead I glanced helplessly at a couple of other stylists who watched my awkward haircut like a sporting event. They smirked when I looked highly unimpressed with the bangs she gave me. She felt the need to recreate my bangs entirely, so she cut way too much of my hair into ""bang length"" and the horrible bangs she gave me now covered my eyes. She essentially gave me the trashy emo kid look. I'm a 24 year old woman in the military. Give me a f*cking break.
I was afraid of what they would look like if I asked her to ""fix"" them, so I left the place thinking I could just restyle it better when I got home. Wrong. I can't even curl them into something decent, and if I part them not so far to the side, they look ridiculous. I'm calling someone else to fix it and I'm never leaving a salon with my hair looking this bad again.