I Don't Want A Bob
I wanted 1 1/2 inches cut off my hair and long layers. Pretty simple, right? WRONG!
- Oh, so you want a Bob?
-Ugh, no.
- looks like you had a Bob before
I haven't had a Bob since the '90s. I told her I wasn't comfortable going that short and I didn't want a Bob. Guess what I got? A BOB! A FREAKIN LONG BOB. If I could describe how my hair felt as I walked out of there. . . It would be as a very heavy wet diaper. lol
And guess what ...
She was the manager, Missy. I think Missy needs to go back to beauty school. I didn't tell Missy I was a hairdresser myself and thank God I was able to fix her disaster. And to top it off, she seemed satisfied with her service. I'd be embarrassed if I was her. I will never return there, nor will I ever recommend this place to anyone. Well maybe to ppl I dislike and I'll have them ask for Missy, The Salon Manager.