Joel and I received a bunch of coupons from local businesses when we moved to NJ. A free haircut and an eyelash tinting session were included in this little batch of savings. Joel encouraged me to make an appointment. I put it off because I'm still recovering from salon mishaps I've previously endured.
Joel asked me every month, "WHY don't you use the FREE haircut?"
I always replied, " I don't trust that salon. I KNOW nothing about it. I don't know ANYONE that goes there. This is my HAIR. Obviously, you don't understand women and their hair. _____'s wife completely agrees with me! Don't you remember when I had fire engine red hair?" So on and so forth...
We quibbled about the free haircut for three months. Finally, he appealed to my thrifty side. I gave in and made an appointment.
Today was the big day. I made it through the haircutting session unmarred, I think. I still haven't seen the back of my hair AND I was charged $20 for the blow dry. WHAT? How is that not part of my hair cut? Who lets their client leave the salon with dripping locks and no clue of what their wet hairdo looks like from behind. I digress...
Anyway, then came the eyelash tinting session. DUN DUN DUN. I started getting a little nervous. All sorts of questions started popping into my brain.
"What if they tint my eye-lashes hot pink? Or leopard print?"
"What if the tint leaks into my eye?"
"What if I look ridiculous?"
The tinting lady calmed my nerves.
"Relax. It will look great!"
It did until I got home. Somehow, the dye leaked from my eyelashes to my skin during the drive. An angry dark streak of dye decorated the skin of my under-eye. So, I scrubbed. I rubbed. I steamed. I panicked. I called the salon.
Me: "I have a HUGE ring of black under my eye."
Salon: "Relax. It comes of with soap and water. Rub it in a circular motion."
Me: "OK."
So, I tried rubbing my under-eye with soap in a circular motion. The black MARK still marred my eye.
I tried again. I rubbed counter-clockwise, up and down and stood on my head (just kidding). I still looked like a raccoon, only worse. NOW, my eye was pink, puffy and tinted. GREAT.
I called the salon again.
Me:"Yeah, the soap and water definitely is not working."
Salon: "Okay, why don't you come back in."
I returned to the salon. They started the rubbing process all over again. It burned, stung and hurt like heck. In fact it still smarts...Luckily, the black streak has vanished. My fear of trying new salons has not, though.
Do you think the free haircut was worth it? The whole escapade ended up costing me $40 plus gas. Blurg. I want my old hairdresser back.
