Like the usual, as i walked in the the saloon
to get my hair cut. The Bastard who was in charge
was sleeping ON couch that was placed for customers to wait
NOT him.
It took me some time just to get him up.
I wasn't sure if i should just walk away,
I hadn't any problems with this
since I was a regular customer.
After he got up, obviously he did really pist me off a lil,
as he, as a hairdresser with such attitude.
As i was seated, he started trimming my hair
with his sleepy face.
Again!! His retarded scissors was giving him problems.
He had to like screw the joints of his retarded scissors
every few snip, maximum I would say 3-4.
This time I really did show him the face.
It was how annoyed I was gettin'.
My hair was still "blardie" long.
He said it was okay & started putting on some gel,
Which he think he would chase me off
with my undone haircut. I told him it was
still too long. Fine, he gave me another few annoying
snips that took him another few minutes.
The only difference I saw was my hair was
probably approximately one centimetre shorter.
after he was done, he straight away started putting
on gel for me for the second time like as if it was done.
My third time tellin' him, it was still so long &
you called that done??
Of course, I bet he was VERY annoyed
with what i said.
I'm the customer, he's the worker..
So what is there to fight about.
I just wanted my hair done like the usual way.
With his pissing brains, he gave me a haircut that
looks just like a crew cut. It was fugly & was undone.
Would I leave the shop with my hair???
HELL NO!
I told him off,
"If you don't get my hair done properly,
I'm not paying a single cent for this rubbish."
He ignored, & cleaned me up.
My anger within me couldn't stand any longer,
I got up! As soon as i got up..
He told me if i didn't wanna pay,
It's fine with him.
DUUH! The shop does not belong to you!
..Nor the business.
I tell you, I could have just gave him
a piece of my mind! ..& ripping his head off!
I was confident enough to swear to myself...
That my first punch on his face
could break his nose, & bleed.
I stood up confidently, & just walked out the shop
without paying a single cent.
Still I was pist. I couldn't stand any
longer of what I had in me.
This form of anger I had.
Everyone knew how I was.
Since my first day of school knowing my friends.
How bad my hair was I was still able
to walk in to school confidently,
with my hair properly managed.
Really. I can't come to school anymore.
Never to attend a hairdresser,
Descriptions:
Colourful on top, black at the rest of the head.
Wears a very tinted black glasses.
Place:
Standard male, Paramount.
Complain Number:
012 - 560 5000
