Ugh.... I'm reminded of the time I went to get my hair cut, and there was a bit of a language barrier between the hair stylist and myself. Somehow she interpreted my saying "I want long layers around my face" (as I gestured from my chin on down, my hair was much longer then) as "I want bangs." After the first cut, I was like, NOOO, but of course, it was too late. I spent quite a bit on barrettes that year.
Now, the person who cuts my hair is the same person who has cut it for the past 5 or so years. She knows what I like. She knows how my hair is. She knows what looks good on me. She knows what I will and won't do to style my hair. I swear she knows me and my hair better than I know myself. Of course, I pay her more for one haircut than I used to pay for a year of haircuts...but it's sooo worth it. She'll never ever think I'm asking her to give me bangs...
The other night I had a waitress that definitely wasn't listening....I asked for a filet cooked "medium," but it came "well done." Ick.
