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.
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.
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.
A dad brought his 4-year old son in for his first “real” haircut. He’d been trimmed at home, but he still had his beautiful baby ringlets. Dad was ready for him to look “more like a boy,” so he wanted quite a bit of length taken off. After discussing it, Dad said to go ahead and make it a full mohawk: skin on the sides, and enough length taken off the top so that it would stand up on its own. I asked him several times if he was sure, and reminded him that those ringlets would not come back. He was sure, and of course the boy was totally into it. And just for funsies, let’s put in some colored gel to make the mohawk blue and super spiky.
As I was shaving the boy’s head, I asked if Mom knew he was getting a haircut. Apparently she knew he was getting it cut, but not this haircut. I asked the dad to not blame me when Mom flipped out from him cutting off all of her baby’s beautiful hair. The dad just chuckled.
Although I never did hear from the mom, so I still wonder how the new ‘do went over at home.
Our shop is located less than a mile from the small regional airport, so frequently we get airline employees and travelers. It’s common that my clients will be boarding a plane after their haircut. One man sat down and said that he would be doing just that. However, he said it in this manner:
“Can do you a fast haircut?”
“Yes sir, I’m usually pretty fast.”
“Well it’s 10:05 now. I need to be on a plane at 10:30.”
I did get him out in about 10-15 minutes. I have no idea, though, if he made his flight since he still had to get to the airport and go through security. I did what I could, but I recall the old saying “your lack of planning does not constitute an emergency on my part.”
It’s very common when I’m cutting a man’s hair that I also trim up any long hairs around his eyebrows, ears, what have you. If they don’t specifically ask for it, I offer. (And in the case of ears, I normally just do it.) It seems the older men get, the more accepting they are of the existence of super long hairs above their eyes.
I was cutting the hair of a 14-year old boy when he suddenly got a little bit nervous and mumbled a question. I asked him to repeat it, and it turns out he wanted his eyebrows trimmed. I complied (even though he didn’t really need it) and assured him that he was nowhere near “mad scientist” on the eyebrow level. However, he seemed relieved that either I did it, or it wasn’t a major issue. He also didn’t mention it to his mom, which is unimportant but may also show that he didn’t want her to know either.
As of today, he’s the only kid that has asked me to trim his eyebrows. But I know teenagers are very concerned about their looks, and who knows, he may have had a first date or something to get ready for. Hopefully his newfound eyebrow confidence worked out well for him.