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Wednesday, December 28, 2005
The 2 Hour Haircut
When he called my name at the Hair Cuttery I knew I was in trouble. This blond Key West kid did not look gay enough to be cutting my hair. I could tell by the way my head hit the sink as he washed it. Next step: The Chair. I normally love to get my haircut and don't really mind trying something new. I had thumbed through a magazine and saw a simple layered haircut that I thought would work for me. When I showed it to him, he studied it and finally said, "Sure, that looks easy." He began cutting, concentrating so much that there was no chance for the usual small talk. I think my Aunt Ellen, who cut my hair for many years, would have laughed had she seen the outcome. It looked nothing like the picture. It was all layered at the back on the bottom but the top was so heavy that you couldn't see the layers, and he didn't think the sides needed layered. He asked what I thought, I suggested that maybe my left side looked longer than my right and that the back didn't quite have the layered look like the picture. He then asked a co-worker for a second opinion. I could tell by the co-worker's face that it wasn't this guys's best work. The manager noticed that there was something going on and she approached the scene and proceded to tell my man "Chris" that he had the angles all wrong and that we would have to start all over. He looked pretty sad and he apologized. The manager then took the second hour to fix what Chris had done. She asked him to stand and watch as she explained how he should have done it. Thankfully, I left with my layers where I wanted them but feeling like I'd wasted half of my day at the Hair Cuttery.

-Jen

See if you were more like me, you wouldn't have to worry about wasting two hours in a barber chair....my last haircut was almost three years ago. I don't need a barber; age and gravity are taking care of mine. Was great to see you two Christmas Day.

Dan  

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Now that I read your post more carefully, it seems that Jen was the one getting the haircut. Well, my previous comment still stands, minus the "barber chair" part. Just what is a woman's barber chair called anyway?

Dan  

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Thankfully the manager stepped in or imagine where you might have been : ) I am always nervous about new places, you just never know! Glad we were able to get together and fill a much needed Monical's fix : )

Kristin  

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Jen - please post a digital picture of the haircut - all four sides! Linda  

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