The Worst Haircut Experience Of My Life

If I may be per­mit­ted to vent for a moment, I just received the worst treat­ment I’ve ever received from a barbershop–namely the The Hair­cut in the Stan­ford Shop­ping Cen­ter.

Once I sat in the bar­ber’s chair every­thing was out of my control–my hair was not cut as I asked, my head was man­han­dled as though I were a fid­gety three-year-old child, and at the end the pro­tec­tive drape was ripped off my body and an indus­tri­al-strength blow­dri­er was run over me to remove any loose hair.

They nev­er even asked me if I was hap­py with my hair­cut. I had to remain seat­ed and ask if I could look in a mir­ror to see the results!

I still have stray hairs prick­ling my skin as I type this.

Most dis­ap­point­ing…

2 thoughts on “The Worst Haircut Experience Of My Life”

  1. Sounds like a poor cus­tomer ser­vice expe­ri­ence to me, although my voy­ages to the bar­ber have been racked with many sim­il­iar and even worse expe­ri­ences. One time I went into our local bar­ber’s store and placed a full soda cup on a table far from the chair and out of the way of the bar­ber, yet he still man­aged to bump against it and spill all of its con­tents onto the hair lit­tered floor. The bar­ber and I rushed for tow­els to clean up the dis­crep­an­cy and the expe­ri­ence left me with a red face and a yearn­ing nev­er to come into his shop again.

  2. If you go there, you have to ask for Char­lie. He does a great job. The oth­er peo­ple there can be real­ly bad (and will often cut your hair in under 5 min­utes).

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