A teenaged girl sat in my chair, and she was nervous about getting her hair cut, as she was trying to grow it out. When she took her hair down from the messy bun it was tied up in, it fell way below her waist.
“How long are you trying to grow it?!” I asked her, but she could only reply “as long as I can.”
Unfortunately for her, she was under the impression that growing her hair out means never cutting it. I gave her the standard lecture about how hair grows better (faster and healthier) when it is kept regularly trimmed because hair naturally grows into split ends. So even though your hair might get longer, frankly it’s going to look like crap. (If you’re going to have long hair, you at least need to take care of it!) So, I had to cut off probably around 6-8 inches to get her hair healthy again. She reluctantly let me do it, and I assured her that her hair would still be very long, and it would look so much better. I showed her what I was doing every step of the way, so she didn’t freak out too much.
When I was done, she agreed that it did look and feel much better, but as she stood looking at herself in the mirror, she exclaimed “It’s sooo short!” Now, a lady waiting in the lobby heard this. She got up to assure the girl that “by no means would anyone call <her> hair short.”
After all, it was still down below her waist.
I ask everyone who sits in my chair how their day is going. Partly to make conversation, and partly because sometimes we hairdressers also wear the hats of Therapist, Confidant, Sounding Board,etc. Sometimes though, I just get a good laugh.
I asked a 15-year old boy how his day was going, and he was having THE WORST DAY OF HIS LIFE (his words). First, his phone died, because he listens to music on it all day, and could only charge it during 2 of his 3 classes. Then he decided to learn guitar, because MUSIC IS MY LIFE, MAN. But he picked up his first guitar and his fingers kept slipping of the strings. So he FAILED at that. Then, and you’ll never believe this – his mom said he had to get a HAIRCUT.
I tried to offer him sage advice, but eventually I agreed that he was having the worst day ever. What with his smartphone, and apparently lax schooling, and access to a guitar on a whim, and parents that care about his appearance, etc.
Yup, worst day ever.
A teenage girl was brought in by her parents because she needed a haircut but had so far refused to get one. They just wanted her to get a trim, but she went one further and cut it all off. She knew we do the Locks of Love program, so she said “If I have to cut my hair, might as well give it to someone who needs it.”
It served the dual purpose of not having to cut her hair again for a while, and also giving to a great cause.
A family came into the shop, and the mom sat in my chair. There were also 5 boys and her husband, all getting haircuts in preparation to meet their newest family member, a little girl that they would be fostering. On asking about it, the mom’s logic was pretty sound:
“We couldn’t make a girl so we borrowed one.”
I thought that was just about the sweetest thing.
Around Christmastime, a 6-year old boy with long black hair sat in my chair and wanted it all buzzed off. When I asked why, he said that he “wanted to make sure Santa knew he was a boy.” Apparently this was his idea, not mom and dad’s, and they’re not sure where it stemmed from, as last year he didn’t receive any “girl” toys. But I complied, and hopefully this little boy with a shaved head got all the proper presents.
Heard in my chair:
“I’ve got wavy hair. One side gets up and waves to the other.”
A lady sat down in my chair and told me to “do something with this mop.” Then she got quiet, in that uncomfortable way. It turns out that growing up, her father had always called her “mop head.” He had recently passed away, and she realized she would never hear it again.
I assured her that if she didn’t cut her hair, then inevitably someone would call her that again, but it wouldn’t be the same.