Just got back from the salon, where I got a remedial haircut to fix the one I got a few weeks ago.
My regular hairdresser (yes, I’d cheated on her and the hair goddess punished me for it) pulled my hair away from my head, frowned and said, “What did she cut this with?”
I had to think a minute. A razor, I told her.
“That’s the problem. You can’t razor-cut thick hair like this, it’s like adding split ends all over and then it all fuzzes out,” she said. (Which is exactly what my hair did.)
She muttered something about how the cutter “must have thin hair. These girls with thin hair always think everyone else’s hair is just like theirs, and it isn’t.”
The reason I like this woman is, she takes her job very, very seriously. I will go now, and sin no more.
