Cheap!

When I get a haircut, I want to close my eyes. I want to be surprised when I open my eyes... or maybe I just trust my hairdresser too much that worry is not an issue. It 's more like having a head massage, I allow myself to get drowned in the pleasure, even for a moment. At the regular salon I go to, I pay twenty-five bucks plus tip. At the salon next door to where I work part time, it is just eleven bucks. A girl at work gets her haircut there and I do not remember her having any problems. What the heck! I may just have to try this salon... so I did. This is why it is just eleven: no shampoo before the haircut and no styling after the haircut... but most of all, I could not close my eyes during the haircut because I felt that there was just something wrong with what she was doing. Tense and unsatisfied with my new haircut, I drove home. I was so mad, I was almost going to cry. When I recounted my sad story to Bong at home, he added to my misery by laughing... but consoled me by saying that it's not as bad as I think it is and said, "we can't to anything about that anymore". So, I should just love this haircut?! Oh no.... no, no, no. I set an appointment for a haircut at my regular salon and had one the following day. Now, I am happier. Eleven vs. Twenty-five. Aggravation vs. Satisfaction. This time, I had my share of both.