Salons

So I escaped another day without jury duty.  I am so excited, not that I do much in a day anyway.  Actually, tomorrow I do have things to accomplish, so you know, maybe tomorrow was a bad day to get out of it.  I hate this stupid system.  Like, what good does it do to have innocent people go and watch stupid small claims cases?  I don't really know what kind of things we get to observe, but if it is that, I'm complaining.

Today, I got my hair cut.  I know for normal people, this is an ordinary thing that happens every 6 weeks, but like I have said numerous times, I am not normal.  I am one of those people who go like 6 months instead.  I don't know why really, but I have this horrendous fear of salons.  I used to be terrified of them when I was little too, but I think that had more to do with the fact that absolute strangers were cutting my hair instead of what I fear now.  It all started when I had to get my hair done at the last minute by a local salon.  I thought, This can't be too bad, they know what they are doing.  Never, for any reason, trust a salon you've never been to.  Instead of doing my hair like I asked, they managed to ruin my bangs forever.  For about a year, I had to deal with razored strands of hair, all of which were different lengths, and a huge chunk that had been cut out.  If you have ever had bangs before, you know how awful it is to have to wait for your hair to grow around a piece that is missing.   Actually, no, if you have had bangs, you shouldn't have had to deal with that!   It was one of the worst moments of my life.

Today was totally different.  The lady was really nice and experienced.  I told her what I wanted and she did it, no questions asked.  The result was fantastic and it didn't even take more than half an hour to be done.  It makes me question how people get hired for salon jobs.

Do you see what can happen to your hair if you go to the wrong salon??!

Don't let this happen to you!