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!
 

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July hair

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!