When I go to get my hair cut, I have a series of very specific lengths that different parts of my hair are supposed to be cut. Today I went to new place and told the girl exactly what to do... this long here... that long there... watch out for the tricky cowlick over here... etc...
Did she listen? No.
Instead she got this very intense look on her face and started going at it.
Chop... Chop... Chop... Chop... her head bouncing forward and backward in opposition to the jerking motion of her hands.
Chop... Chop... Chop... Chop... I interrupted her and reminded her about the length on the top. "Two fingers in length, not one." She pulled the hair up to be one finger in length and said, "see, it's two fingers long."
I said it again. "Two fingers in length, not one" and demonstrated by holding two of my fingers together and then pulled my hair up against them. She said, "Yes... that's what I'm doing", an then showed me my hair up against one of her fingers again.
My head was starting to look near bald and she was about to start cutting more off!!!!
I had enough and started to duck and dive every time she tried to cut more off. She was getting pissed because I wouldn't let her cut even more off.
"Stop! Stop! Stop! It's too short!!!"
FINALLY she stopped and paused long enough to actually look at what was left of my hair. A look of horror went across her face.
It was too late. The hair was gone.
"$17 please."