The Time of the Tail

by Ashley M.
(Indiana)

Since I've been in college I have learned new and exciting ways to stretch my meager part-time job earnings.

As a result of this, this past year I was forced to forgo my hairstylist from my hometown for an individual who works at the local chain hair salon (insert: Borics, Great Clips, etc).

After explaining that I would like my current style (think big, curly, and 80s rocker inspired) trimmed and making sure the individual knew how to cut/trim curly hair I calmly sat down for the trim.

As she made her way through my past the shoulder hair, I noticed that she continually overlooked the back lower layer of my hair. And on top of that she proceeded to "cut" instead of "trim" the rest of my head.

Needless to say 20 minutes later she hands me the mirror and as she spins me around to look at the back I see a tail of a handful of curls spilling down my back while the rest of my hair is barely skimming my shoulders.

Internally I was freaking out, but trying to stay calm I paid and drove back to meet my cousin for coffee. Now he is one of those rare guys who actually notice when a girl has changed something so I thought I would use him as a gauge on how bad my "tail" really was. Let's just say calm turned to anger as soon as I walked in and he greeted me with "Hey, ready to go? What's with you hair? It looks like you have a tail."

Suffice to say I had a friend correct it as soon as humanly possible.