Alyssa was in desperate need of a haircut. I have a regular hairdresser that I quite enjoy, but trying to find an appointment that coordinates both of their limited availabilities is difficult. For that reason, when we find ourselves with a few spare minutes in Alyssa's schedule, we kinda have to go to whomever can take us at that very moment.
Friday evening found Caleb and Jon at the Mariner's game and Natalie at a birthday party. I needed to make a purchase at the mall so I decided to take Alyssa on a mother-daughter shopping trip and squeeze in a haircut, too.
JC Penney salon. I'd been to one--though not this exact one--at some point in my life and it seemed a decent place for a simple straight-across, trim-up-the-ends cut. So I called for a late afternoon appointment and they could get us in in 45 minutes.
We checked in at the front desk and the receptionist said she would let our stylist know we had arrived.
A few minutes later a senior man wearing black orthotics came shuffling around the corner.
"This old man just finished getting a haircut," I thought. I wondered silently if the stylist that had just finished up with him would be coming to get us shortly.
Imagine my shock when he called out Alyssa's name and then escorted us to his styling station.
What? This is our stylist? Is it even appropriate to call him a stylist? Everything about it just seemed wrong.
The situation soon went from awkward to awkward-er--maybe even awkward-est--when he asked Alyssa to stand while he sat in the chair to get a different angle on things!
It wasn't a good haircut. Even I, with my untrained eye, can see some inconsistencies in length. And it was altogether much shorter than Alyssa wanted. She couldn't stop tugging at the ends and I knew she was terribly disappointed, though her personality is so darn easy that she scarcely said a word about it.
So you know what made it all better? A beautiful gluten-free, salted caramel cupcake and getting to pick out a new outfit.
Still, she definitely won't want another haircut anytime soon and she'll likely be leery of a senior citizen with shears.
10 comments:
Oh my goodness! Good thing she is so easy going!
Poor baby. Bad haircuts are the pits. But, hey, not all senior citizens with shears are bad. Good thing her hair grows pretty quickly.
He looks like he should work at a barber shop. Maybe that is what Penney's considers their salon. Good story for you and Alyssa though. I guess next time you'll really have to treat her to a real salon haircut. :)
You should probably say something to the salon--especially with him sitting in the chair. Weird.
That is such a funny story. Poor Alyssa. I'm cracking up though. That picture of her standing while the senior is cutting her hair is hilarious!!!
Oh My....that's is crazy! It would be one thing if he totally rocked the haircut, but....Poor Alyssa. Glad she got an outfit and treat, but more importantly an experience you guys can look back on and laugh about forever!
This is so funny!!! My sister in law, Stephanie, had a very similar experience only it was her own hair. But, old guy with orthopedics and all. And, she also got a very bad haircut. So funny. Glad Alyssa is such as good sport and you can do all those fancy hair-dos to disguise any unevenness.
This is so funny!!! My sister in law, Stephanie, had a very similar experience only it was her own hair. But, old guy with orthopedics and all. And, she also got a very bad haircut. So funny. Glad Alyssa is such as good sport and you can do all those fancy hair-dos to disguise any unevenness.
My haircut before I chopped it off was horrible! I literally had a mullet. And the worst part is that it was my regular girl!!
Good thing he was only attempting a trim. Bad haircuts aren't funny but this old dude sure is!
Haha! This made me laugh so hard. Poor Alyssa. Good thing she's such a good sport.
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