I doubt it would have taken that long had we not talked.
Oh, poor msolga! PLEASE tell me you didn't PAY her! You're always entitled to walk out! (Would you pay for inedible food in a restaurant?)
I paid her! But didn't give her the chance to do the washing & styling. (She cuts dry hair, then washes.) I won't be back there, that's all. Actually the cut doesn't look to bad, Eva. It was more the experience!
It took me until I was almost 30 years old to figure out what to do with my hair. It's fine and thin, but has a natural wave to it. Of course, it never waves in appropriate places...hahaha!...just weird ones. Thankfully I have had two good stylists over the last 20 years (I am LOYAL.) But they still can't handle my hair as well as I can. They're great colorists and they learned to cut my hair and partially blow dry it, then hand me the tools so I can finish it myself. Less work for them, and everybody's happy.
THAT is SO sensible!
Lessee...I have two salon horror stories. Hmmm, which one first...which one first.....
Okay, oldest story first.
I was 16. It was the late '60s when everyone wanted long, straight hair, maybe with a couple of long layers. It had to have a center part. I had spent three agonizingly long years growing my hair out from shoulder length.
It was finally the right length, but it had absolutely no body. So I decided to add a couple of layers. My mom took me to her hairstylist, who she swore was the very best. I told him the first layer should be about chin-length, then a couple more layers down to the full length, which he was supposed to just barely trim.
Apparently he didn't listen to me, because he cut ALL my hair off chin-length! If course, he started in the back so I couldn't see what he was doing until it was far too late. My mother and her stylist were ecstatic...my hair was going to be SO CUTE!!! Everyone in the shop kept coming around to tell me how great it looked, but I just sat there in horrified silence. Finally, when the torture was over, I went into their restroom and bawled my eyes out. I wouldn't let anyone in. About half an hour later I finally emerged and ran straight to the car, and bawled the whole way home. I wouldn't come out of my room for 2 days. Mom had to bring food and leave it outside my door. Finally I called my best friend, who came right over. She and I cried together, then she went out and bought me a "fall." That was a long, straight hairpiece that you attached at the crown of your head that made it look as if you had long hair. I wore it for 6 months.
I never went back to that salon, and I never allowed my mother to make a single comment about my hair again. Frankly, she was afraid to.
After she died a few years ago, I decided to stop in at the salon to tell the owner/stylist (now in his 70s) thank-you for taking such good care of my mother for 40 years, including the last few when going to the salon was difficult for her. He had become one of her trusted friends through the years. He still remembered how upset I'd been all those years ago, and apologized.
I accepted. I supposed that 30 years was long enough to make him pay.
This turned out to be a great thread, Msolga!
Battered and bruised hair particles unite.
I'm in Tulsa, Sanctuary. I use Debbie Graham (owner) at Great Lengths, 51st & Harvard. She's taken great care of me for years.
Are you in Tulsa, too?
Never been to Tulsa, either. I bet it's a whole other world up there..in "the big city."
... I stared at the Rooster for a minute, removed the cape and handed it to him, then marched indignantly to the front desk. They were in shock. They asked me, timidly, if I was leaving. I said yes. They told me I could make out my check to XXX Salon, and I said (loud enough that everyone could hear) that I didn't THINK so. I hadn't gotten my money's worth. He hadn't finished the job. I gave a $20 bill to one of the girls and told her that's more than it was worth.
Then I turned to everyone in the waiting area, smiled, and suggested that they stop patronizing the place unless they particularly enjoyed being insulted. Several of them left with me.
I must have told 150 people that week to avoid that salon. I really hope it hurt his business.
