… it’s a disaster.
It’s been a couple of tight months – just bills, bills, BILLS. So, I decided if I cut here and there on my spending it should make an overall difference. I like my usual hair salon, but thought it was time I found a slightly less expensive place. Now I’m fussy about my hair and won’t go to any old place so I googled, read reviews blah, blah, blah and found the one! It looked promising – Frederick’s on Chesterton Road.
I called up and my first question is how much does it cost – they reply £33, so I immediately say I’d like to make an appointment with so and so. I’m happy – it’s £10 cheaper than my previous hair salon – I’ve achieved my mission to save some ££’s.
So, there I am on Saturday at 3pm, nice salon, nice people, nice hairdresser. His intentions were good, even though he cut it a bit too short for my liking and I feel like I look like a bit of a moron. NEVER MIND because as he said it was the first time he cut my hair and to be honest with him next time I go. So, I went to pay and the pretty blonde at the till said a number and my brain went into scramble mode.
Fifty three pounds. Hm? Excuse me? That’s not what the nice lady said on the phone. But you don’t want to make a scene in the middle of the hairdresser, and it’s not the guys fault his staff are incompetent. But after a few hours I started to feel angry and pissed off. I would NEVER have booked this guy if I’d known it would be that expensive. NEVER. Why didn’t the stupid ‘effin woman on the phone tell me this when I asked for him?I want to poke her eyeballs with sticks I’m so angry. Infact it made me so angry that this is the first time I talk about it.
So, I switch salons to save money, but end up paying more than my old salon. Fuckin’ annoys me.
