| rev:text
| - I was so excited to be able to finally cut my hair after almost two years of growing it out. Past experiences with this salon were a solid 6 to 9 out of a 10; couldn't really complain much. They used to do wicked layers on my hair that I could almost not get anywhere else in the valley. Emphasis on; "USED TO"
Anyway, I went in, Holly was the only one with the client and the rest of the men were just doing whatever. Waited about a good 5 minutes before they even noticed someone was by the front table, standing around looking like a fool. Whatevs- not really a biggie for me. So the guy finally noticed and gestured me to come and sit on his working area. He introduced himself as Martin. He asked what I wanted, to which I explained that I wanted a mid length bob that sits below by shoulders, front slightly longer than the back. All the while he was looking at my hair saying, "ok", "ok" "oh yes" and "yes I know". Confident man- "He knew his stuff" , I thought. Later on, he insisted it's not going to look good on me because of my facial structure (pudgy and round) that I should just keep my hair the same way it was and dont even bother cutting it. Ookaaaaaay. We deliberated for a few minutes, mostly me saying that I have had mid length hair before and I can totally rock it. He gave his final "ok" and placed the cape thingie on me. I was confident that Martin can pull it off. Kinh Do always did, after years and years of amazing hair cuts by their stylists, they always pulled through. From here on out, that "always" will now be just, "sometimes" and even "maybe".
Bullet points on what irked me the most with the whole experience:
- he didn't wash my hair, didn't even offer it. I would have paid extra too if I had to.
- held up my hair, that I had patiently, and painstakingly grew for two years, into a ponytail, and basically took his shears and cut it to the level of my shoulders. It was too short. I know how these things go, see. I know they're supposed to cut layer by layer. I wasn't donating hair. I wasn't going for a short, french bob. It was supposed to be a mid length bob to which he had already messed up on.
- he jokingly said, "There I'm done." and laughed his ass off. Nobody else laughed because everybody in that room knew IT WAS TOO DAMN SHORT.
- I didnt get the long layers, the front was no where near longer than the back and he started trimming more off that at the end my hair was the level of my chin. It would have been cute on somebody with a nice, petite face, problem is, I'm fat and my face is no where near "petite".
- He still didn't wash my hair nor offered to do it. why? I don't know. Again, I would have paid extra if I had too. I mean, what's a salon visit without getting your hair washed?? That's just weird.
I didnt say anything because it was already too late. Being the good person my momma told me to be, I laughed at all his stupid jokes. Answered every invasive question to a degree. And did the whole salon talk to a T.
End product was a chin length, mess of a "bob" that he parted in the middle. To which he so proudly took the time and stared at and said, "You're right, this style does suit you." nice one Martin- yes, I would like more salt to the burn, please, Thank you!
No Martin. You done and messed up my hair. You destroyed the dream hair style I have been posting on my Pinterest board for the last two years.
Paid $30.00 plus tip- because society told me to. gave it 2 stars because Martin was right, the hair style that "I WANTED" didn't look good on me.
TL;DR - "DREAMS BROKEN; IT WAS TOO DAMN SHORT."
|
![[RDF Data]](/fct/images/sw-rdf-blue.png)
![[cxml]](/fct/images/cxml_doc.png)
![[csv]](/fct/images/csv_doc.png)
![[text]](/fct/images/ntriples_doc.png)
![[turtle]](/fct/images/n3turtle_doc.png)
![[ld+json]](/fct/images/jsonld_doc.png)
![[rdf+json]](/fct/images/json_doc.png)
![[rdf+xml]](/fct/images/xml_doc.png)
![[atom+xml]](/fct/images/atom_doc.png)
![[html]](/fct/images/html_doc.png)