Well, I found yet another hair salon to cross off my list. Why is it this hard to find someone to cut my hair? It's not complicated. I have long, straight hair (or I did anyway). An approximately even removal of the amount specified would please me. I promise.
Today's attempt resulted in the third stylist in two years to leave my right side significantly longer. I'm starting to get a complex. Do I see myself differently than the rest of the word? Am I the one with a crooked perspective? Even after I pointed it out today, she reached over and pushed the top of my head to tilt it to a clearly not centered position to examine the length. Er, whatever.
Plus, when I said three inches I meant three, not five. Again, whatever. It'll grow back.
But to top it off, her cell phone rang three times while I was in the chair. And she answered it! All three times! Not cool. I felt like that commercial where the woman ends up holding her own curling iron...
I must need a new approach to finding a stylist. Either that or I'll have to foot the bill to get myself out to Utah, where my movie star gorgeous friend lives and does hair.