The Nice Thing About Hair Is That It Grows Back

I finally gave in to my increasingly long locks and went to the coiffure for a cut and style. That was an experience! I chose a place around the corner due to its proximity and the fact that they offered a student discount. After being seated, I was offered a free cup of coffee (in a real mug!) but turned it down since I never touch the stuff. My stylist was a gentleman of indiscriminate age and incredible patience. After a bit of work at communication, we figured out how I wanted my hair cut - or so I thought. I was looking for a cut that fell at my shoulders, maybe with a little layering. Something simple since I don't want to have to spend much time on my hair. He got to work after wrapping me up in a complicated smock full of armholes and random strings that needed to be tied. Just when I thought he was finished cutting my hair, he said he was going to start on the layering. I watched as my hair kept getting shorter and shorter while he kept trying to even things out. Finally he put down the scissors and asked how it was. Just then, the phone rang. Saved by the bell! I figured he was done and would start blow-drying when he got back. Boy was I wrong! He must've seen something he didn't like because he picked up the scissors and went back at it. I couldn't stop him at this point because my head would've looked a bit lopsided. To pass the time, I began to imagine what I would look like bald because I certainly seemed headed in that direction. He finally picked up the blow dryer, satisfied with his masterpiece…a good thing since I don't think I have the right head shape to pull off the bald look. I must admit, the title of this piece is a bit misleading. I'm actually quite pleased with the result (after I undid the poof he gave me in styling my hair). It's not as short as I was expecting it to be and the layers work out all right. I should be all set now until I get home. While I'm happy with my cut here, I miss my regular stylist!