17th
trim job
it’s time for my second trim in as many months. last time i went to the stylist who started it all, figuring that, if she had given me a mullet in the first place, the odds of her trying to be a hero and cut it off were low. i was right. she didn’t harm my hair. rather, she enhanced its glory — even adding racing stripes at my urging.
but this time i think i need to raise the stakes. i need to visit a complete stranger. by myself. with a sleeveless shirt, a soggy hamilton and a fake name. i need to put my hair in the hands of someone i’ve never met.
but where to go? an upper crust beauty parlor? a trendy urban salon? a hair school? cut it myself?
these are all good options. but they’ll have to wait. this time around i intend to bring my business to the most maligned haircut outfit around — fantastic sams.
seriously, this place is the mullet of hair shops. just a quick google search brought up these customer responses:
‘Worst service ever!’
‘It was the worst haircut I have ever had in my entire adult life…’
‘They should change the name to Fantastic Sucks!’
‘I am 55 years old and have had my share of bad haircuts, but hands down this one wins the prize.’
‘The worst experience of my life.’
while it’s clear the last complainer hasn’t lived a very tough life (unless they lost an ear during said haircut), the evidence is undeniable… people seem to hate fantastic sams.
and it’s not like this sentiment is lost on the business. quite the contrary… in fact, fantastic sams recently rolled out a new radio campaign with the slogan ‘you could do worse.’
i think it’s time to drag my sorry ass over to a fantastic sams and put their claim to the test. here’s hoping they won’t come near the back of my head with that rusty scissors.
-BIFPIB-
