My hairdresser threatened to call the police on me last week.
No, I didnāt run at her with the scissors after discovering my haircut was more āV for Vendettaā than āVictoria Beckhamā; and no, we didnāt just have a nasty disagreement over the temperature in the wash basin.
In fact, Iām not normally a public-confrontation kind of person at all, and I really didnāt see this situation coming.
The hair appointment started out perfectly nicely, with herbal tea and reality television chatter aplenty. You know the drill: your colourist asks what youāre after, you say, āhalf a head of foils, a little trim and donāt worry about the treatment because Iām on a budget, thanks very muchā.
The sun was shining outside; I grabbed a magazine of the sort Iād never be seen reading in public; my colourist mixed her little plastic dish of ammonia-scented hair chemicals ā and away we went, swapping life stories and news of our love lives.
But two hours later, when I pulled out my wallet to settle the tab, the situation became more Fight Club than Gossip Girl.
āThatāll be four hundred and twenty dollars,ā the reception lady enthusiastically chirped at me, proffering a complimentary mint my way.
I started, my belly flipping anxiously. The price was a good hundred dollars more than my usual fee, and my bank balance was perilously low following a solid week of Christmas spending.
I asked for a price breakdown. Extremely Chirpy Reception Lady offered me a little slip of paper ā which declared Iād been given a three-quarter head of colour.
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I have just had my hair coloured and cut. the cut was really a trim and the colour was just on the front and parting. I did ask twice for a quote but was told they werent sure what would be needed till I got there. My friend who lives in the same city, Edinburgh said she pays £47 for full colour and cut and she dosent mind paying a decent price. My bill was £158 I am absolutely shocked by this! I would like to know what others think?
What a bitch! That's a way to lose customers š”š