Monday, July 26, 2004

Haircut

Some things are inevitable in life: death taxes and a haircut every now and then. I got mine today at one of the local branches of "Supercuts". I use to wear my hair very short, more for practical reasons than anything else; you don't have to mess much with it and if you apply a little gel you just forget about it until the next day. These days however, that I've just finished my MBA and I'm looking for a job, I want to project a more "professional" image, so I'm trying to wear it a little bit long -well, not long but just a "regular person long". And being honest with you guys I have to say that I am far from being attractive or "hot" or anything like that, I'm just average and this new style makes me look even more average.

So I just came back from Supercuts, a Russian roulette let me tell you. Supercuts is one -if not the- cheapest saloon in town. A hair cut costs $12.95, plus a $2.00 tip you end up paying barely $15. If you compared to other places were some of my friends go were they have to spend somewhere between 35-40 bucks, its just unbeatable. That's the reason I still go there, If I was going to spend $40, I prefer to buy me a shirt or a par of jeans instead of getting a haircut, so by today I would have looked like Jesus Christ.

When I say is a Russian roulette a mean that you don't know if whoever is going to take care of you is going to end up cutting off your head. Some of the people that work there are experienced, no doubt about it, but among them is that person fresh out of beauty school that is waiting for you to practice. Practice with your damn hair.

Overall I've been lucky; not mayor problems and today was one of those. However, you can tell when the hairdresser doesn't really know what she (or he) is doing and then things start to get scary. This girl today didn't know how to start, couldn't find her clips, I explain her what I wanted and she said "you mean such and such..?" NO, please; exactly the opposite. I said I USE to wear it real short but not any more. "Oh, OK..."

If you buy cheap you get a poor quality and that's exactly what I got today. A job half done -yet better than not done or bad done.
I remember my roommate went to one of those places and they screw him BIG time. When he got home that night, man I thought that mother fucker was going to kill someone. His girls friend end up shaving his head and he looked like a hitman. Scary. 


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