I've been to froo-froo salons with effete hairdressers who charged a fortune to butcher my hair and nearly reduced me to tears. (That was the day QB had to be restrained from throwing the guy off the top of Horton Plaza in downtown San Diego.) I've gotten great haircuts from little places in strip malls that I dashed into with my "I don't give a shit, it's hot outside, get this blanket OFF my head!" in full force.
I hate, loathe and despise being touched by strangers, so I prefer not to pay the big bucks to be annoyed. It's a crap shoot either way, so I figure at least I'm not going to be out the money if it turns out lousy. I just keep muttering "it will grow out" and it always does....
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Some days, it's not even worth chewing through the restraints.
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