Would give 0 stars if I could.
Came here because I got a $55 Groupon for a cut and single-process color. The boss-- Gavin-- assured me it would only take about an hour and a half. What follows was the strangest, longest day of my life.
Gavin tried to convince me that I should go for the double process instead, which he said would be $85 extra, because, in his words, "you need highlights with that style!" Being someone with a starting salary straight out of college, I refused his offer many times. But then he said, "fine. $55. I'll charge you only $55 extra."
By no means was I trying to bargain with him, but as he made me a bit uncomfortable while at the same time he seemed like he knew what he was talking about, I gave in. I warned him that I had some residual pink patches in my hair, as I had dyed it at home a couple months ago. He shrugged it off, told me not to worry about it, and said he'd get rid of the pink. A hairdresser named Maria (she's great and I think she should find a better place to work) put highlights in my hair and dyed the top brown. Everything seemed great. But when she went to wash off the bleach and dye, things began going downhill. It seems that in Gavin's rush to get me to pay more money, he'd forgotten that bleach just makes pink hair more pink. As I could hear how panicked he and Maria sounded, Maria went and got me a mirror to look at my hair with. I freaked. It looked like an orange-pink mess. They both assured me it'd be ok and that they'd fix it. They started putting what Gavin said was some sort of mixture of bleach, toner and shampoo on my hair. I asked why, he said this was to strip the color. It felt like it was burning my scalp off. And I don't even know why they put it on my scalp, because the brown hair dye had already covered the pink parts on the top of my head. After two hours of having this acidic mixture on my head, they washed it off. My whole head, somehow, was now an orangey blonde. Keep in mind it's been four hours now, and I had originally asked for just plain, brown hair. And now, I have Jeff washing my hair for some reason. Gavin and Maria are off fightingover who has to deal with my hair. Yes. Fighting right in front of all the customers.
So I'm still holding the mirror Maria gave me, and freaking, and Gavin comes over and snatches it away from me. He proceeds to dump some stuff on my hair, I think maybe it's conditioner or more toner, but I don't know because I don't have the mirror anymore.
It turns out. The substance he dumped on my hair? BLUE- GREEN HAIR DYE. The next person who washes my hair is a woman I don't even know the name of. This is the 4th person to touch my hair.
So now. My freaking hair is blue and green, with a touch of blonde on top. Keep in mind, again, I wanted brown hair and a haircut. Gavin asks how I like it, and I tell him, it's kind of a mess, and not what I wanted. He fires back, "you're really asking for a lot, sweetheart."
So at this point I'm so mad, and it's 4:30 PM, and I've wasted my whole day in this insane establishment. So I tell Gavin, "I would really just like to get out of here. Can Maria just cut my hair so I can go?"
At this point Gavin turns full on crazy. He tells me "no. You can't leave until I am done fixing this." I protest. I say, "I don't even need her to cut my hair. I just want to leave." He physically blocks me from leaving. At this point I'm pretty scared. I try to get up to go and he just won't let me.
So finally I sit back down. He finishes up my hair, puts another layer of brown dye on it (all I wanted in the first place), cuts my hair, and finally I am free to go.
I am about to walk out of the door, then the cashier goes, "your total is $93.34."
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I go, "but Gavin, you told me you'd do it for $55, then you said it would be free. You completely messed up my hair."
Gavin: "no I didn't sweetheart. I said $85. I told you that."
Me: "I'm not paying $85. You completely screwed my hair."
Gavin: "if you don't want to pay, don't pay. I'm not gonna stop you. What goes around comes around."
Me: "Bye then."
Gavin: "Bye. Expect a text from me later."
Then I walk out. Not sure what is going to happen next but I have never had such a strange, uncomfortable, awful experience in my life. Don't come here. Just don't. read more