The word "oops" has many connotations. For instance, one might say it when they spill some water on the floor, or they could quietly mutter it when they're cutting someone's hair. Unfortunately, it was the latter that caused the "oops" I heard today.
That Time I Received a Haircut from a Hells Angel
If you've read my blog as far back as 2017, you'll know I haven't had the best of luck when it comes to getting my hair cut. Most notoriously was the disastrous haircut that spawned memorable lines like "...raking through my hair with the ferocity of a recently scorned girlfriend shredding her ex-boyfriend’s letter jacket" and "budget haircuts, like back-alley lobotomies, should be avoided at all costs." If you can't tell from reading those dramatic gems, I desperately hoped my terrible haircutting experiences were over. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.
That Time I Received a Haircut from Hell
The profession of cutting hair, like that of piloting a large aircraft or conducting brain surgery, requires a certain amount of skill and confidence. Unfortunately, a woman who cut my hair a while ago lacked both of the aforementioned qualities. With a job interview coming in less than two weeks, I knew that I needed …
