Dude, Where's my Hair!

Yesterday was awful, part of me wants to get revenge part of me wants to wear a wig!

Right so yesterday i went for my hair cutting, i hadn't had it done in months so i thought i'd have it done before college, save time and all that sh**. I went to the hairdressers that i usually go to, i go there because the last place i went to was a dive hole, full of average hairdressers who looked as though they cut their own hair (tramps...). So i walked past the hairdressers and saw that it was really full, and people were literally queueing out of the doorway. I thought about waiting but i didn't have much time so i decided (don't ask me why) that i'd go back to the hairdressers i used to go to. I wasn't too fussed i just wanted my mop cutting off plus it costs less there! So i go in and there's one man waiting. Not being funny or anything...well maybe a little, but he didn't have that much hair, so she calls him over to the chair. He sits down. She says "What can i do for you, my love?". I felt like jumping up and saying "Not a lot, love with your limited training and his lack of hair but whatever, i'm not one to judge!"

Anyway so he says to her "Number one, all over!". I could have pissed myself, paying £3 for a few centimetres of hair taking off, pointless really! What was the most stupid thing ever was he gave her a tip.... Why would you do that when she didn't do anything he couldn't have done himself! Wakefield is a zoo, i tell you, a zoo!

So she calls me over, asks me what i want, i told her i wanted a number 4 on the back and the sides and then a trim on the top.

The first bit went fine, i think she can just about manage a shaver. Then it came to the cut, i thought "bloody hell!". She picked up the scissors....and she fu**ing dropped them didn't she! It doesn't inspire you with confidence when the so-called hairdresser, drops the fu**ing scissors does it? Part of me wanted to run the other part was thinking "Hmm, well it can't get much worse!" How wrong was I! She got my hair in her fingers and she said "This much off top?" which looked fine to me, then she took the amount off i'd agreed to and carried on cutting!!!

She got the mirror and showed me, i was nice to her, it's not her fault that she's a half wit, daughter of a whore with no ability at cutting hair! I paid her and her cheek carried on by her asking "£4, £4??" (the haircut was £3, not £4!) i said "No, £3 love".

If looks could kill! So i got my coat and left before she had chance to get the scissors again!

What a bitch!