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yesterday between a job and one I wanted to cut my hair. I wear short hair for years and I wanted to spend on and take care of my appearance. Which by the way it these days leaves much to be desired.

I'm going to the hairdresser. I arrive at the show and am greeted by a barber-logger. He shod boots mountain, and a checkered shirt and had to properly measure 2 meters, the old man. Instead he hands of racquet to slide on snow. Very talkative, he settle down he asked me what I wanted to do with my hair. To lighten the mood I reply "a ponytail." It did not laugh. So I showed a little more seriously photo found in a magazine, and the haircut is that of Jane Seberg: short and not very complicated.

Then the woodcutter, who just took a look at my picture took a razor cut and dry. A trowel, I want to say. Then we moved into the tray where it got washed. Not that hair. I was wet down to the chest and I felt water running down my body at one point I wondered if he was not going to take a damp cloth to rub my back, as did my mother when I was 7 years. Then he rubbed my head with a cloth. I think when he dusts off the dead deer he just dragged through the mud of the forest it takes more consideration. I got dizzy. I do not know why but I had a vision, I think managed to create a connection between a neurotransmitter and synapse virgin, who knows.

We re-installed before the mirror and there he finished the job. With his paws

me he planed face.

I opened my eyes and found the head of a ladybug, ladybug one side. Awful.

And as the meeting was very far my favorite rave awry when he showed me his work from behind using a mirror that deforms. "Oh, it's beautiful, very beautiful, looove, exactly what I wanted, thank you thank you very much .... you give me your card so that within a month I can go back with you? "

So I went through the cash box and I paid cash, a smile glued to my face Ladybug, without flinching . Lest he offended.

Out there, I turned the corner and I started to run towards another salon nearby where I almost begged for that 'I was taking and that it catches the blow.

I wanted to spend as I was served.

Elsewhere, I probably could complain.

I think the woodcutter a sociopath who arrived something terrible to a woman who looks like me a little.