My Mane

I went to get my annual haircut last week. They were a little busy so I had some time to flip through a magazine aptly titled, "Haircuts." I thought to myself, "Hooray! now I can actually show these fools a picture instead of throwing caution to the wind and hoping everything turns out daisies!" BUT I WAS DEAD WRONG. I found a picture of a nice young lady with a haircut that looked simple and long so I gave the magazine to the woman and pointed, saying, like this. She led me to the chair, put the magazine on the back counter and proceeded to cut off most of my hair. First she pulled it back into a ponytail and I wasn't sure what was going on, but then I felt, snip-snip-snip, and then saw her holding a hefty chunk of my hair, Locks-of-Love style, in her hand. I felt aghast as to what had just happened, but there was nothing that could be done. Needless to say, my haircut did not turn out the way I had planned and I no longer have my flowing mane that took me years to grow to the length I was accustomed to. It was a frustrating experience to say the least, but at least it only cost $12. Besides, it's only hair and unless I have some sort of sudden rapid hair loss, it will grow back...I keep telling myself that anyway.