Jul 17, 2012 10:49 AM
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All they have hired are a couple of pansies who pretend to be listening to your preference, all the while doing just what their limited brains have been trained for.I ask for permed scrunchy hair, what I get is an assembly-line layered cut, which I had cared to tell the so-called stylist that I am tired of. They just hand you over to some snooty-pants who thinks he would know more about what you want.
In my case, it was some grumped out bum named Sachin, who had the expressions of Picasso while he happily snipped away at my lovely long tresses. Really no stylist ever had the heart to be so bad to them!Rather strap the person to a chair & blindfold them, give them a roadside cut & charge them through the nose.
What you really pay for at this place is your foolishness to go there!
