Ok, so I'm sitting in my stylist's chair and I ask my usual questions.
'How does my hair look?'
'Has it grown?'
'Do you see any split ends?'
After I ask the last question, she's like 'No, I gave you a trim the last time, so your hair has no ends'
Me: 'Umm, no, you didn't'
Her: 'Sure, I did. I pretty sure I remember trimming your ends'
At this point, I don't feel like going back and forth with her, because I KNOW for a fact I didn't ask her to give me a trim, but now I'm wondering if this chick cut my hair behind my back.
This happened to me before in NY. If I didn't look up in time to see it happening, I wouldn't have even caught it. The stylists there-especially the upscale ones- won't even style your hair if it's not freshly trimmed and crisp. So my stylist up there just took upon herself to give my a freaking trim w/o asking.
Has this ever happened to you?
'How does my hair look?'
'Has it grown?'
'Do you see any split ends?'
After I ask the last question, she's like 'No, I gave you a trim the last time, so your hair has no ends'
Me: 'Umm, no, you didn't'
Her: 'Sure, I did. I pretty sure I remember trimming your ends'
At this point, I don't feel like going back and forth with her, because I KNOW for a fact I didn't ask her to give me a trim, but now I'm wondering if this chick cut my hair behind my back.
This happened to me before in NY. If I didn't look up in time to see it happening, I wouldn't have even caught it. The stylists there-especially the upscale ones- won't even style your hair if it's not freshly trimmed and crisp. So my stylist up there just took upon herself to give my a freaking trim w/o asking.
Has this ever happened to you?
no dam hair in back made me so dam mad. I acted a plum fool cried all the way home on the bus lucky he got some money.
I was about 12 and too scared to say anything. My hear flips when I write this even though I am 32 now I can still remember it. She was supposed to give me a trim and I think she just kept cutting and cutting.
It was 2 years later until I could bring myself to go to a salon and even then, before I sat in her chair I said loudly 'I do not want a cut. I don't need a trim. As a matter of fact, I don't even want to SEE scisors in your hands."