Let me start out by saying that I absolutely adore the woman who cuts my hair. I’m going to call her…Megan. (Not her real name but shorter than typing ‘the woman who cuts my hair’ every time I want to reference her.) I’ve been going to Megan for the past 4 years and every time that she cuts and styles my hair, it looks amazing.
Until she accidentally cut a bald spot into my hair.
I know, right?
Ok, not completely bald. A baldish spot.
I went in for my six-week cut (because seriously, when you have short hair, you have to be diligent) and we were chatting like always, catching up and having a laugh. Megan was trimming up my pixie cut above my ear and all of a sudden she stops and says, “Oh my God.”
I’m pretty sure that all the color drained from my face. “What’s up?” I say holding a smile. She tells me that she’s cut my hair a little shorter than usual on one side and I’m all like, pssssssshhhhhhh Megan, no big deal, it’s hair, it’ll grow back.
Y’all, it looked like I had 1980’s racing stripes cut into my hair. Not even joking. I admit, I kind of panicked. Panicked like “Oh shit, how can I go into work with RACING STRIPES cut into my hair?!”
I mean, that’s not very professional.
Or is it..
No, no it’s not.
Megan was devastated but I kept calm and told her that really, it will grow back. Probably in a week because my hair does tend to grow fast. She nodded and started to fix it. Like hardcore-staring-at-my hair fixing it. It was pretty intense for about 10 minutes and then Megan took a deep breath. I knew it was fixed.
Like I said, she’s awesome at her job and it perfectly so you can’t even tell. And believe me, I have another appointment scheduled with her in exactly six weeks.