Bad, Worse, Damage Control

August 10, 2007
After getting the haircut from hell I went shopping for headbands and barrettes. I bought ten because they were on sale… anything to cover up the mess that used to be my hair.

When she spun me back around to look in the mirror I was horrified. What were these crazy layers? I looked like an 80s hair band rocker. I went back to the stylist to try again only to leave with worse results. Two days later I called a different salon. Sounding desperate I pleaded to have someone with experience help me out of the quasi-mullet state. They set me up with a Tammy for damage control. She took one look at me and said, “Why would one anyone do this to their client? This is the worst haircut I’ve ever seen.”