I admit that I am a hard customer to please, especially when it comes to hairdressers. I’m on my 3rd hairdresser since I had to give up on my hairdresser almost one year ago.
Usually, my visits to the hairdresser begin with a long explanation of what I don’t want, followed by an even longer explanation of what I do want. In the end, my hair never turns out as I intended, but it’s just hair. It’ll grow back.
Today, I decided on a different approach. Rather than the long explanation of how to cut my hair (I mean, c’mon, I don’t want to tell somebody how to do their job), I decided to tell the hairdresser what look I was going for, hoping that she would just “get it”.
“How are we cutting your hair today?” the new hairdresser asks.
“Shorter,” I joked, but only I was laughing. I continued, “Ok, here’s the thing. I wanna look like a rock star.”
“A 1970’s rock star,” I explain.
“A 1970’s rock star who also has a normal job and needs to look normal Monday through Friday,” I add just for clarification.
She didn’t even flinch!
I think I’ve found my new hairdresser.
I wonder what my hair will look like tomorrow when I have to do it myself?