SpenniesThe REAL Hairdresser Story
September 4th 2007 02:48
They didn't let me write the REAL thing because it was a bit too harsh. But here it is!
Walking into Sydney’s cheapest hairdresser I experienced the same feelings that usually accompany me on a visit to the dentist – fear and apprehension. It’s no secret that a bad haircut is the arbiter of social humiliation and I, while used to forking out at least two figures for a good trim, could be forgiven for shaking at the thought of subjecting myself to an $8.90 do.
Inside things weren’t so bad. The congregation of flies in the middle of the salon was doing wonders to distract me from the brown patches of goo on the floor, while a large cabinet of assorted goods to my left reassured me that should I need a towel, noodles or a good pair of sneakers during my haircut, I’d be set.
P.S The damage was worth a $150 haicut with my local hairdresser, who was so shocked she almost fainted.
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