As everyone knows are in a recession, therefore the days of 'clipping coupons' have made a tremendous comeback known as Groupon aka 'Groupon clickings' (get it because you click the mouse...). Well, being the savvy shopper that I am, I 'clicked' one of these Groupons for a much needed hair cut. And this is my story.
First step, see the Groupon stating the amazing deal (if acted upon NOW!). Second step, Google and Yelp said deal salon and look for review. Four out of five stars. Score! Step three, click on the deal make the call and get on my merry way. So long rat's nest, hello savings!
Side note: This salon was nestled on a very popular street in the very popular 90210 neighborhood.
I arrived at the salon and patiently await for my 'stylist', a few minutes in she arrives sits me down to discuss my hair wants and needs, exclaims 'I have an idea for you' and ushers me back to the shampooing station. (After, of course, a quick tour of the cafe located in the back of the salon, because who doesn't want to nibble on a bacon filled breakfast burrito while snippet's of your locks fall to the ground.)
Now I've always enjoyed the shampooing portion of the hair cut experience. The tilted chair, the warm water, the relaxing head massage follow by the rinsing of the suds and of course the final towel off. I like to image that for this one moment, I actually have money, enough money to make people do things for me and I am very capable of doing on my own. THIS shampooing experience however, was a bit different. The chair wasn't tilted just right therefore my neck and one ear were crammed into the sink, the other was wide open and slowly filling with H20 and suds. When I reached for the towel positioned ever so uncomfortably behind my neck to removed the suds from my ear, my hand was whisked away and replaced with a grueling failed attempt made my the 'Stylist' to remove it 'for me'. The 'Stylist' head massage was more like a like a 'stylist take your aggression out on Groupon Gals head'. Of course I was extremely alert of all these lovely tactics as the water was a bone chilling 50 degrees.
Moving back to the cut. Girlfriend starts snipping away and doing the usual awkward 'I'm a stylist and have to make small talk even though I actually don't give a shit about your personal life', however this 'Stylist' actually DOES care...about the sound of her own voice. Her and her sweet southern draw start on about her big move to the 'Big City' and how her dreams of becoming a model were crushed when she discovered cocktails and packed on twenty pounds. I didn't have the heart to tell her that twenty pounds wasn't the only thing crushing her modeling career.
So she continues, about her life, her boyfriend she left behind because he was too 'Small Town' and she had just always wanted to live in Beverly Hills with all the celebrities! Unfortunately, the only way for her to do this was to get a job in the "GOD AWFUL" industry of hair cutting. Yeah, that's right, hair cutting. She HATES To cut hair, NEVER wanted to do it or had ANY interest in it, but was talked into going to cosmetology school because that would be an easy way to make a lot of money...she could cut the hair of celebrities!!! Yeah! Luckily, for her, once school started she realized that she really enjoyed doing hair, but by doing she meant, "coloring hair, NOT cutting." I, while frozen in panic, continued to listen while she continue to chop and come to the self realization that she still doesn't like cutting hair and has decided not to become a celebrity hair stylist, because she can see enough of them just going out in Beverly Hills...after all she sat next too (aka in the same restaurant as) a C list celebrity just the other day! Yeah!
Really! Really? This is the story you feel compelled to share with me while you're taking a pair of scissors to my head? Awesome. Well, thanks for that and also for the unexpected heavy fringe bangs and uneven layers.
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