I go to Ultracuts because it’s close to my house, and it’s cheap. Now haircutting salons are a very complex ecosystem.
Two years ago there was a lady who cut my hair and she did an ‘okay’ job. It wasn’t terrible, but I thought about switching. But because Ultracuts is so close to my house and cheap, I didn’t want to go anywhere else.
So dare I switch hairdressers in the same studio? I did dare. And I’m still dealing with the guilt today.
I moved on to hairdresser number 2 who did a better job. It kind of felt wrong, especially when number 1 would look over at me, and we would make eye contact all weird through like 4 mirrors. But nevertheless I had moved on, and she has to deal with that.
The news hit me like a ton of bricks when I heard number 2 had moved! She was gone from Winnipeg just like that.
But I had a backup plan. There was this other hairdresser who looked pretty young and hip, and I noticed people leaving her all the time with good-looking hair. But we’re talking about salon suicide – switching three times inside the same building!
But I went for it – I was mad with power! And she was even BETTER! Suddenly it was okay that number 2 moved away.
But number 3’s belly started to get bigger, and I started to get worried. And then BOOM.
Mat-leave takes another one.
This is not looking good, there are only four hairdressers, and I’ve already been through three of them, pretty quickly.
So out of desperation, I schedule a haircut with none other than, NUMBER 1. Boy was that awkward. All those looks across the salon, all that nervous small talk. And now I was back.
And then it’s the whole thing where we both pretend nothing ever happened…right. And she asks me what I want, like she hasn’t been looking over for two years…right.
So I’m back with number 1, and the universe is balanced out again. I guess she does an ‘okay’ job…
It was a confusing roller coaster of emotions for two years, but eventually I learned a very important lesson: if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.
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