But on Monday, the haircut headed south in a hurry, even though I explained in full detail what I wanted done. It came down to a number three clipper cut, a very small amount scissor cut off the top, and the usual trim around the ears and the back. By the time I looked up, a lot was gone and you can't put hair back, unfortunately.
I had great conversation with the woman who cut my hair. I asked for a little more blending, especially on the left side. She did, but when I left I just didn't feel satisfied.
I went back to another location later that evening and got my hair corrected. But, again, you can't put hair back and to correct a mistake, more hair has to be taken off.
I believe the bad haircut gods are cursing me. Perhaps it's because, after a co-worker made fun of yet another botched do weeks before, I made fun of his horrible mistake at the hands of - well, himself - and it was terrible. I jabbed at him for days, despite him only making fun of my haircut in one eight hour work shift.
I will never make fun of someone else's haircut, even if they do it themselves. Now I am looking for someone I trust who can be a permanent fixture in my haircutting needs. I've been recommended to several actual honest-to-goodness barbershops and I'm going to give them a whirl. I might have to pay more, as another co-worker pointed out. But perhaps it's the price I have to pay to get a haircut I can walk around being proud of instead of trying to hide my head everywhere I go.


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