God where do I even begin... I was having a fantabulous morning to wake to the birds and the warm breeze on my skin was such a joy, and I proceeded to walk out the door to think "Oh, today is going to be a great day." I drive to the salon and walk out the car doors. I make a bold exclamation that today will be a great success. I'm greeted at the door by kind and generous workers. I sit down on the chair and with all my power explain that I want around TWO inches off ALL around my hair. I thought that this was simple but no. No, she then would proceed to ferociously pluck four to five inches off my scalp. This left my hair shaped a shell of what it once was. But the agony wasn't over for a technique known as texturing began. I will make this very clear I did NOT request this or even hint at the idea. I repeat NOT even a spec of a thought to this could have been remarked from my mouth. Yet more hair was taken away(I didn't think it could get worse but I look like a mole rat). Finally, after my malice and anger had grown to such an extent I didn't think it was even possible it came to an end. But the end of my pain is still coming due to me being a boy in high school who will most certainly be harassed and ridiculed by my most beloved peers. My overall point is that the worker who was able to devour my self-confidence and failed miserably at the very simple task of two inches off is still out there and might come after you. I also recall that she made the statement that after some time I would like it. Time has passed and its shocking that her guess was wrong. I hate it I despise my hair. Therefore I have to send a message to any hopeful people left. Don't spend money or time on this vile salon. I learned the hard way. Currently, if you saw what they did to me you would think "Eww, what happened to his hair." In regards to the salon, understand that this offense will not be soon forgotten and it will linger with me over the next few months of mocking that will be forced upon me because of your inefficiently cutting two inches of hair. From your sorrowful, regretful, disappointed, melancholic, utterly disgruntled, and distraught "customer" (victim).
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