I believe that in the right hands, a person's hair can be the most important part of their appearance. Since I need all the help I can get, I've always paid top dollar for my cuts. But when I heard of Cutters & Co., a men's hair salon inside the Chase, I decided to give it a try.
Cutters & Co. is terrible. I explained to the stylist--who, to be fair, was very polite--exactly what I wanted: 1.) barely touch the sides because since I have jet black hair and a white scalp, I don't want the scalp to show 2.) taper the back slightly 3.) trim the top 1/2 inch and 4.) my ears aren't even, so when you do my sideburns, you have to make certain.
She basically buzz cut me. She buzzed the sides down way too far, chopped the top, and didn't really touch the back. Oh, and when I got home, my sideburns were 1/4 inch off from one another (I know, I'm a freak). This may have been fine, if she were apologetic, but she wasn't. She asked if I liked it, and in my best attempt to still be nice, I said "it's fine." She could tell on my face that I thought it was shit, and she could damn well tell when I said, "hopefully, it grows out a bit by this weekend, because I'm in a wedding." But she did/said nothing, because she was already working on her next client--a guy that worked at the Chase that asked her if she could squeeze him in before she left (my haircut started at 2:25, and she had to leave by 3). She took one look at my head, and said "yeah, I can do it."
Great, I'm a fucking rush job.
Where I normally go, it takes between 1-2 hours to cut my hair, because the places I go have people who truly care about your needs because they know that a.) you're going to tip depending on the quality of the cut, and b.) they want your continued business. I told her that my friends and I heard of this place, and that I, being the pickiest about my hair, was the one sent in to decide if this place was worth going to--so she knew going in, that I potentially had a fleet of guys waiting in the wing to come in and give her business. What if the "guys" waiting, were 70 of my fraternity brothers?
I just wish she wasn't so damn bubbly. I wanted to yell at her, but I was afraid she'd cry, and I'd look like an asshole with a bad haircut. I even tipped her 30% because she was looking and smiling right at me as I paid. I wish I didn't care so much what people think. Fuck this place, and fuck that terrible excuse for a stylist.
*Breath*
Thanks Yelp™, I feel much better. read more