I went in for a major hair overhaul today.
I always pluck up the courage to grow it out and end up hating the results with every inch of growth.
I went to the lady I've come to trust when it comes to cutting the perfect bob.
So there I was, sitting peacefully and watching my hair come back to life. Ah, bless.
Suddenly, some hulking man stomped in and began making reference to "broken scissors."
I could tell the stylist knew the guy but I didn't understand who he was or, more importantly, why he thought he had the right to bust in and start asking her 50 questions while she was trimming my hair.
He demanded she give him the scissors so he could inspect them.
I didn't like the way he was standing over both of us or the fact that he insisted that the stylist deal with the scissor issue right then and there.
She stopped cutting my hair and meekly handed him another pair of scissors from her drawer. He then proceeded to look over them and claim there was nothing wrong with them.
His proximity to us and continued ordering about of the stylist grated on my last nerve.
He next told her to use them on my hair to see if they worked.
"Is it cutting the hair?" he asked.
At that point I had had enough.
"I don't want my hair experimented on," I said firmly.
My stylist picked up the functioning pair of scissors and resumed my trim.
The man walked away but continued to fiddle with the scissors. Finally he left.
The full story is that he came to my stylist claiming to have just started a scissor sharpening business and because he had been her customer for years, she was happy to try his service.
In the end, he broke her scissors and charged her $50 for his service. She had to buy a brand new pair of scissors for $320.
Somehow word got back to this guy that her scissors were broken.
I guess he though he could just storm into her store and intimidate her into using broken scissors and continuing to do business with him.
The lady told me she didn't want to bad mouth him so she had only told her sister (who also cuts hair at the salon) and the owner of the business so they would know why she didn't want to do further business with him.
Her sister later told her that he had broken her scissors as well.
She wanted to keep the peace so she had told the man "thank you, but I don't want your services anymore."
If I had had some sort of aerosol on my person I would have sprayed it repeatedly into his eyes while shouting "stranger danger!"
I guess it just goes to show why you should always have a small bottle of perfume handy in your purse.
I always pluck up the courage to grow it out and end up hating the results with every inch of growth.
I went to the lady I've come to trust when it comes to cutting the perfect bob.
So there I was, sitting peacefully and watching my hair come back to life. Ah, bless.
Suddenly, some hulking man stomped in and began making reference to "broken scissors."
I could tell the stylist knew the guy but I didn't understand who he was or, more importantly, why he thought he had the right to bust in and start asking her 50 questions while she was trimming my hair.
He demanded she give him the scissors so he could inspect them.
I didn't like the way he was standing over both of us or the fact that he insisted that the stylist deal with the scissor issue right then and there.
She stopped cutting my hair and meekly handed him another pair of scissors from her drawer. He then proceeded to look over them and claim there was nothing wrong with them.
His proximity to us and continued ordering about of the stylist grated on my last nerve.
He next told her to use them on my hair to see if they worked.
"Is it cutting the hair?" he asked.
At that point I had had enough.
"I don't want my hair experimented on," I said firmly.
My stylist picked up the functioning pair of scissors and resumed my trim.
The man walked away but continued to fiddle with the scissors. Finally he left.
The full story is that he came to my stylist claiming to have just started a scissor sharpening business and because he had been her customer for years, she was happy to try his service.
In the end, he broke her scissors and charged her $50 for his service. She had to buy a brand new pair of scissors for $320.
Somehow word got back to this guy that her scissors were broken.
I guess he though he could just storm into her store and intimidate her into using broken scissors and continuing to do business with him.
The lady told me she didn't want to bad mouth him so she had only told her sister (who also cuts hair at the salon) and the owner of the business so they would know why she didn't want to do further business with him.
Her sister later told her that he had broken her scissors as well.
She wanted to keep the peace so she had told the man "thank you, but I don't want your services anymore."
If I had had some sort of aerosol on my person I would have sprayed it repeatedly into his eyes while shouting "stranger danger!"
I guess it just goes to show why you should always have a small bottle of perfume handy in your purse.
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