Snipping Away At Your Patience
I’ve been wanting to get a new haircut for months but have been unable to find one I like. As such, my hair is a bit shorter than shoulder-length and looks very ragged. I usually go to another hairdresser, but I am so excited to finally get a haircut I like that I just go to one that accepts walk-ins. The haircut that I want is basically a sidecut with about ear-length hair on the other side and a shorter layer on top. I am so excited that I am grinning the whole time.
Hairdresser: *After washing my hair* “So, do you already have a haircut in mind, sweetie?”
Me: “Yeah, I’ve got pictures!”
I show her pictures of the haircut from several angles
Hairdresser: “Okay, then.”
She sections my hair on one side off.
Hairdresser: “This part will be trimmed; is that okay?”
Me: “Yes.”
She holds scissors to my hair.
Hairdresser: “Are you sure?”
Me: “Yes.”
The hairdresser cuts and trims my hair, and then sections of another layer of hair.
Hairdresser: “If we leave it like that, the hair will keep falling down and that won’t be fun; would you like to trim this, too?”
Me: “Oh, if it’s like that, then, yeah!”
The hairdresser trims off the other hair section but leaves it longer towards the top.
Me: “Sorry, could you please make it the same length in the whole area?”
Hairdresser: “Are you sure?”
Me: *Confused* “Yes?”
The hairdresser trims the whole side and starts cutting the other side to a bit longer than chin-length.
Me: “Umm, could you please cut it a few centimetres shorter?”
Hairdresser: *Pauses* “Are you sure? If it’s gone, then it’s gone!”
Me: “Yeah! Hair grows, after all!”
Hairdresser: “Huh?”
Me: “Hair grows back?”
Hairdresser: “Ah, yes.”
She cuts my hair to chin-length.
Me: “Ah, umm, to about here, please?” *Shows length*
Hairdresser: *Dismissive* “Oh, I’ll just trim the bottom out a bit, and then it’ll jump up when it’s dry.”
I’m thinking, “She’s the professional.”
Me: “Okay!”
Hairdresser: *Finishes cutting* “Do you like it?”
She hands me a mirror.
Me: “Yeah, thanks so much!”
Hairdresser: “Do you want me to blow-dry your hair?”
I declined, paid, and left. When my hair was dry, it hadn’t gotten as short as I wanted it, but I didn’t want to complain as I probably should’ve let her blow-dry it to make sure it would be that short.
I still don’t quite understand her reluctance to actually cut my hair as short as I wanted it. I can understand that you would ask people who go in without a plan and then decide on a whim to cut their hair short to make sure they really want it, but I brought pictures, was smiling the whole time, had obviously short hair before, and even reassured her that hair grows!
On top of that, it seemed like she was a senior employee, by her age and by the way she ordered the other hairdressers around, rather than an insecure newbie. I ended up getting my father to cut it shorter and I will definitely go to my usual salon next time.