I get the girls’ hair cut once a year, and I always try to take them somewhere economical and with a coupon if at all possible. I found a coupon one day and loaded up. When we arrived the lady looked crosswise at my coupon then finally said, “Okay,” but she would only let me use it for one child. The coupon was for $2 off and the place was completely empty. With a “Thank you very much,” I loaded the kids back up and told them I’d find somewhere else to get their hair cut.
The very next day an advertisement arrived in the mail for $6.99 haircuts. Aha! I knew it would pay to wait. This was it! We all climbed back in the van. I typed the address into the GPS of my phone (which still excites me every time I do it) and off we went. The closer we got the more concerned I became. “Your arrival is on the right,” came the voice on my GPS. There was a run down strip mall with bars on the windows. I took one look at the excitement on my girls’ faces, and I knew I couldn’t put them off again. How bad could it be right?
“No credit cards,” said the sign when we walked in. Oh well, it was a good thing I had a little cash. The lady cutting Joy’s hair asked how she wanted it done. Joy said she wanted it to her chin, like she had it done last year. Before I could say anything the lady took the hair right in front, stretched it down, and whacked it off. “Like this?” What could we say then? I felt a little sick. All I could do was pray that it would look okay. Well, it’s shorter than we wanted, but she still looks cute!
When I went to pay they didn’t even charge me tax. That can’t be legal! Next year I think I’ll find a place on the beaten path, if I don’t decide to cut their hair myself!