I thought I’d asked for a mere trim. Perhaps I am mistaken; perhaps I actually requested something akin to “The Stooge”. I’ve never felt so violated after leaving a haircut. I’d be suprised if he spent more than 10 minutes on my head. Not only did it physically hurt, but after he was done punishing my ears with his comb, he must have seen the disheartened look on my face and actually had the audacity to say, “It doesn’t look that bad, don’t get so stressed out about it.” Are you kidding me? Maybe you shouldn’t get so stressed out about the fist I’ma give you here in a second.
I’m interested in finding someone with clippers. I’m sure one of the Pembrokians has a connection; I’ve already heard of people doing their own haircuts. I’m seriously considering shaving it off now, starting anew. Sure this will grow back, but it will have to grow back from this. And that’s a shame.
Since when was that a “trim”?
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