I’m furious.
I went in for a haircut. That was the deal. Cut the hair, pay the money, leave.
Instead, she gave me an absolutely f****** brilliant haircut.
Now I have expectations. I’m looking in mirrors. Shop windows. I caught my reflection in a parked car earlier and thought, “Who’s that per?”
Worse, she’s hilarious. At one point she was laughing while holding scissors next to my head. Normally, terrifying. Here? Completely fine.
Five stars. I didn’t want a hairdresser. I wanted a haircut.