|Bad Haircut (standard:humor, 463 words)|
|Author: giborim||Added: Apr 17 2003||Views/Reads: 2447/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Everyone has that one bad haircut.|
“Cut the top short and leave the length”. I had been asking for the same haircut for as long as I could remember. People pay good money for hair like mine. It is a little unusual that a white girl to have natural ringlet curls but I would give anything for straight hair, even at the early age of twelve, so that I could wake up, brush it, and run out of the door. Maybe if I had straight hair none of this would have ever happened. It was not the first time I went to super cuts but it certainly was the last. Sitting down in the chair, the hairdresser, a man probably about fifty years old and balding took out his clippers and began to cut my hair. I had never had my haircut by clippers but I was young and decided he must know what he is doing. My curly locks drop all around my feet. Tears started to well up in my eyes. Trying my best not to start crying right then and there, I looked frantically for my mom. I knew she would save me but she had gone window-shopping through the strip mall. I guess she was bored with the idea of watching another child get their hair cut. By the time the man was done I had the top of my hair shaved and a tail in the back. I wanted to cry, to scream, or at least to run from the store. My mom walked in the door and the look of total horror on her face only confirmed my feelings. She knew it was ugly. Her eyes looked at the floor at my curls under the chair and no longer on my head; she was horrified, and I knew just how she felt. I got up from the chair with my chin almost touching my chest and my shoulders slouched and followed her to the counter to pay. She tried not to make eye contact with me and I noticed she was not looking at me at all. She paid and without a word I went to the car and climbed into the front seat of her tan aerostar minivan. This was the only time she did not tip a hairdresser. I reached into the back seat grabbed a baseball cap that my brother had left in the car from practice and pulled it over my head looked out my window and started crying. I heard my mom whimper and looked over and noticed she too was crying. Her tears made me feel bad but I was devastated. She put her hand on my shoulder told me at least hair and it would grow back and we drove in silence all the way home. Tweet
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