When I moved to Montana, I went to a place in the mall looking for a new stylist. The woman who volunteered to cut my hair was about 22 or 23, and I had gorgeous one-length loose curly hair down to the middle of my back. I asked for just 2 inches to be cut off and when she turned the chair around at the end, she had given me a 80’s Rod Stewart mullet. I was in tears, but was really passive and paid for it. As I was leaving, I looked back and she and her other 2 young coworkers were nearly on the floor howling with laughter.
I evened the haircut out myself then didn’t do anything else until I returned to Alabama 11 months later to visit and saw my regular hairdresser.
Now, if I don’t get a haircut I like, I ask for it to be fixed- if it is not fixed, I move on to a new person. 4 years ago I got an extremely unwanted Bump-it cut, byebye Lisa. Last year I was given a stark bob, bye bye Jessica.