Tuesday, August 28, 2007
I went up to the gayborhood to get my haircut again today. It had been a really long time since the last one. I was waay over due. It was disappointing though. My usual gal had jury duty. I almost left I found out. Everyone else there is so snooty. Especially for a Fantastic Sam’s. I don’t care what neighborhood you are in. But I looked in the mirror and resigned myself to stick it out. The guy from last time was there. He seems like he’d be a fun guy, but clearly he’s the snootiest one. I like him despite the fact that he makes it very plain that he doesn’t want to cut my hair. This time was worse than the last time. Today he took an obviously long time with the customer before me. Long pauses to talk, sitting, and then taking payment in slow motion. Bitch. When it was finally my turn he stated that he didn’t remember me from last time, and I’d have to tell him what I wanted. I never said he’d cut my hair before so he at least remembered that much! So I did my best to explain while being totally distracted by a new photo hanging in his station. It was of him. He looked just the same except for the part where in the photo he was in full drag. At first I thought it was cool that he put it up like that, but then I noticed how he was going about clippering my hair. He was slouched over, barely watching what he was doing as he disinterestedly rubbed the clippers over my head like a pencil erasure. The rest of the experience was about the same.
I have decided I hate him. It’s not a bad haircut. Not as good as my usual gal. But not bad. Still better than the other chop shops. Why must a haircut be such torture? I know it’s not challenging. I know I will never be a showcase of your work with my receding hairline. But can’t you at least be nice? It’s already traumatic enough to be wet-headed in public. I should just go back to salon cuts… but it’s so damn pricey.
There’s always self-styling.
Okay, forget I said that last part.
oooh, “self-styling” is so dangerous! i usually get the inspiration to trim my own hair at 5am, while getting ready for work. never a good thing. it’s true though, haircuts are torture. i almost would rather go to the dentist than to a stylist.
i do just happen to live next door to an amazing stylist and the last three haircuts he did for me were amazing! that whole “next door” thing is handy too.Posted by antisocialite on 08/28 at 08:02 PMi almost spit out my water after i read “i decided i hate him”. lol
im still laughing
gayborhood…...........blah!so - i got my hair cut today at supercuts in the financial district, sf - by a drag queen - a real drag queen dressed in drag that didnt speach a much english! i was kind of stressed out myself.
Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address) on 08/28 at 08:36 PMThe “I decided I hate him” had me rolling too!
There is always Flowbee
Posted by soapbox.SUPERSTAR on 08/29 at 11:26 AMugg. i feel ya. i’ve had some bad BAD haircuts in my time, from people who thought and acted like they were too damn good to wait on me. fuck em. I’ve decided i hate him too!
Posted by Ruthie on 08/29 at 03:03 PM
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