Hair Cutting Turns Bad

I went for a haircut on Sat with Jasmine. The date was set long ago, even before I left my ex work place. It's located in the SW, near the business district area. She booked us for 10 am appointment, the time they opened. Her cousin is working there as a hairdresser. Jasmine booked herself with the lady boss & her cousin chose a male senior hairstylist for me.

It went off well enough. The hairstylist was friendly & he gave a lot of pointers on how to take care of my hair. I opted for a cut & soft bonding which he told me would finish by 2 pm & that I would be charged $180 for it. The price includes cutting. Jasmine just wanted a cut & she had somewhere to go, so she left at almost 12 noon.

The hairdresser who attended to me was a woman. Kinda pretty but that's all that's pretty about her unfortunately. I would put her age to be late 20s to early 30s. She had a sour face & it was blacker than the chinese tea they served me. I didn't think much about it & went on to entertain myself with my DS.

After washing away the bonding chemicals, she & another guy blew dry my hair. They then proceeded with "ironing". During which, they conversed in cantonese. I wonder if it's a curse being able to understand it. Here's how the conversation between them went.

Woman: Doing this customer really make a loss. Pay so little I'll just anyhow "giap". Don't need to do such a good job.

Guy: Wah, you're so bad!

Woman: I was never good before. (She glanced at me briefly at this point) No response means she doesn't understand cantonese.

After that sentence, I gave the guy a glance. Perhaps from that, they suspected that I understood what they were saying & the rest of the ironing was done in silence. After that, she applied another chemical on my hair to be left on for another 20 mins. When she did the washing this time, she was kinda rough.

At this point, my hairstylist came over to help blow my hair dry. He did some cutting & asked if I would mind waiting while he finished up another customer whose FIL had an accident & needed to rush off. Upon seeing me still sitting there, the woman asked my hairstylist in cantonese if he was done with me. (What, you can't wait to chase me away? Would I be so stupid to be still sitting there if it's completed?)

I'm very happy with the haircut. But the attitude of the hairdresser gave them a huge deduction in merit. I smsed Jasmine & told her what happened. I didn't hear from her for another few hours. When she finally got back to me, she told me that she had told her cousin about it. Jasmine told me that according to her cousin, this hairdresser has always been like this & that even her cousin can't get along with her. Her cousin then told my hairstylist what happened.

He sent an sms through Jasmine's cousin, through Jasmine to me. He apologised for the hairdresser's attitude & that sometimes she can be blunt & piss people off. He then said to go back to the salon if I needed my hair done & he'll make sure that I'll be in good hands. I don't know if I ever will though.

I told Jeff when he came to pick me up & he wanted to go back to "make sure the hairdresser can't go off the stage". But I stopped him & we went to have almond paste at the market nearby. I love the almond paste there. Not too sweet & it's quite thick compared to the watery version served everywhere else. But if you want soya milk, don't buy from hawker or markets. Their soya milk is often tasteless. I drink my soya milk without sugar so I know it's tasteless. Get from Mr Bean as their soya milk is thicker & has a soya bean taste (even the cold 1). But you do pay twice the price for it though. Off topic? No lah. Better end on a happier note.