This time, it was a haircut. And like many adventures, this one did not end well.
I mean, I’ve seen women here with curly hair. Maybe not as often as straight hair, but still, we exist, I am not some strange apparition out of a Czech hairdresser’s nightmare. As she was cutting I kept thinking, ‘okay, this is where it gets better. Right here. Nope, here. Heeeeeeere.’
I knew going in that getting a haircut from someone who doesn’t speak English would be taking a risk. I accepted that. This, however?
After blow drying my hair into a triangle, the hairdresser tried to fix the mess by adding gloss cream. Worst was the moment when our eyes met in the mirror. I think she could read the horror on my face, as she stood, hands buried in the mess, ineffectually trying to scrunch it into some semblance of order. She smiled weakly, then twisted one pathetic curl in the front and said, “good?” I nodded and ran out of there as soon as I possibly could. Everyone in the salon stared at me, and not in a good way. Maybe my horror story will prevent some other poor woman from sharing my fate.
Haircuts in the Czech Republic:
Salon price, Supercuts results.
Next time I’m doing it myself.