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tragedy at the hairmasters
It's actually a haircut that sparked this blog. well, a haircut and my sister's endless nagging...i decided, at 7:30 at night, that i MUST have a haircut IMMEDIATELY. i also needed toothpaste, mustard and beer, so i went to the hairmasters, conveniently located next door to a grocery store. now, i knew going in that i was taking my life into my own hands, paying 15 dollars for a haircut at 7:30 at night, but i wanted a shorter version of exactly what i had-a bob. a short, patricia arquette bob. isn't that haircutting 101? so, i sat down at the girl's station and was instantly relieved to see that she had a little strip of paper taped to her mirror that said "hair master." unfortunately, they must have been judging on volume, rather than quality.
what i
wanted was this-
What i got was THIS!
sheesh-i should have had my MOM cut
it! and THEN, the girl says, it makes you look BUBBLY! are
you bubbly? i thought really hard about everyone i knew,
including my daddy and i could not think of one person who would
consider me to be bubbly.
There are a few saving graces to
this story. First, everyone i meet loves it. when i went to
work the next day, the first thing anyone would say to me was,
wow! you look amazing! I even got an anonymous phone call
from someone who, i think works across the floor from me raving about
my hair...also, i am vain enough that, as long as everyone else loves
it, it's okay that my hair is ugly for awhile. and now i
know-next time i go to hairmasters, bring a picture!