Friday, August 29, 2008

Hair today, gone tomorrow.

We're getting some family pictures taken today. The wife's side of the family. There is two additions to the family that were not present for the last time, so we're about due. So, not having had a haircut in months, I needed at least a trim.

My hair was getting fairly longish. Not shoulder length long mind you, but fairly long nonetheless. I had been growing it out intentionally, not just because I'm too cheap to get a haircut...which I am.

What's the difference between a good haircut and a bad one?
Two weeks.

What that means is that saving two weeks of bad hair costs my wife about $100! This post is not about me complaining how much it costs to pay someone to hold a pair of scissors and not royally screw up. Didn't we learn about scissors back in kindergarten?

I knew I needed to get this taken care of at the beginning of the month. So, while eating out for lunch one day...nobody tell Andrea that I spent money on lunch. Because that is WAY worse than $100 on a haircut!!!

Anyway, while at lunch I notice this little hair place next door. A haircut for less than $10 I'm on it!

I walk in and the lady working there motions to an empty seat...they're all empty, not just the one. Should have been a clue, but it's the middle of the day, how should I know how busy a hair salon should be. I only see the inside of one every few months.

She asks what I want done.

I pull my hair down in front of my eyes and make a line with my finger about 1/2 inch above my eyebrow (I only have one). "Only trim about an inch to inch and a half off."
"OK"
"So just trim it up."
"Would you like it over your ear?"
"Yes please."
"OK"

About the time I saw a good four inches of my hair fall to the ground I realized the English comprehension skills were a little lacking. I can only keep growing this stuff for so much longer you know.

So, I'm back to the same haircut I've had for years. It looks good (after I trimmed the bangs myself when I got home), but I was growing it out.

I wonder if we could pass a law stating that people have to pass an English test to work in any job that requires interaction with customers.

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Blogger Andrea said...

How many times have we talked about when you have long hair you don't get it trimmed over your ears!!! Next time you want a decent haircut please let me make you an appointment. That way we won't have this problem.

8:18 PM  
Blogger Jess said...

What's happened to you Wes...a post about your hair? I never get what I want either and I think it is because you have to speak hair-stylist talk whether they speak English or not. Or course you want the hair over your ears trimmed (you didn't want it longer than everything else)...just not four inches. Somehow that's what that means though. Maybe Andrea can teach it to us?

10:26 AM  
Blogger Kathleen said...

I appreciated your well-meant gesture to look good for our family pictures, but I really would have been OK with the longish-look. Evan is the one that made me crazy! I was on his case all month to get a haircut, so it would look good for pictures, so finally, 3 days before pictures he gets close to a buzz-cut!!! And that was after getting sunburned, so he had whitewalls! It's a good thing that I love all of you no matter how you look. The picture will be the real us, right?

2:31 PM  
Blogger BugHunter said...

"...over your ears?" Well of course I want the hair to fall over my ears. That's why I said to only trim about an inch off! The question wasn't "...above your ears?"

9:12 AM  
Blogger Wow Panda said...

Remind me of the voice reco systems our cell phone company had. Wife called in for some issue, and a computer answered:
Computer: "blahblah...
what do you want?
x? y? z? ...."
Wife: "x"
Computer: "I am sorry, what do you want? x? y? z? ..."
Wife: "X!!"
Computer failed again, but this time it tells wife which number to press. After pressing the numbers, another set of questions, and another set of failures.

And wife hung up.

4:42 PM  
Blogger Capn John said...

As an Australian-American I love those voice recognition programs, because it's very rare that they'll understand me.

If I give my response and the program doesn't understand me, I'll either say "Operator" or just pretend I'm Brad Pitt's character in Snatch.

Me: "Shringleblitzenpots"

Software: I'm sorry, I didn't quite understand that. Please tell me why you're calling.

Me: "Ruffleblumpers"

Software: I'm sorry, I still didn't understand that. Please wait while I transfer you to a Customer Service Agent.

Me: "Thank you!"

Software: AH HA! GOTCHA!

Me: "Damn it!"

12:02 PM  
Blogger Wow Panda said...

Oh John that is good!

4:52 PM  

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