In March 2007 I tried my hand at being the Bride of Frankenstein. It was a post that was more about my hair than the Bride of Frankenstein. I'd been going to the same stylist for years and then she got pregnant and left the salon. The nerve of her. My hair was never quite the same.
The pandemic created chaos with haircutting. My hair got a bit shaggy and more unkept looking than normal. So when salons started reopening, I jumped at the opportunity. But by this time the salon experience had severely degraded. There was no coffee while you waited and you had the awkwardness of having a mask half on and half off. Then there was the "I'm an old man and we'll just give you a standard old man cut" factor. I went through a couple of stylists at the same salon over about three years. The first one moved back to Texas. The second one was okay but never really cut my hair the same way each time so it was like Forrest Gump's box of chocolates. She eventually left to take the summer off and never came back. Now I have a stylist who I think I mentioned barely remembers me from one haircut to the next. She walked right past me in front of the salon at my last appointment without any sign of recognition. I realize she probably cuts lots of people's hair, but if I was to give her or any haircutting professional some advice, it would be to keep notes about your clients so you can pretend to remember them. It keeps them (and their tips) coming back.
So as I said in my post back in 2007, maybe it is time to reconsider a ponytail.
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