Life As I See It

What was supposed to be a relaxing, stress – free day turned out as a mildly furor- inflicting scene this Monday morning. That day, as if to honour the Agung’s birthday, Sam and I decided to go to his hairdresser down in Beverly and get ourselves a good trim. I rarely go to a salon that’s foreign to me, especially for a haircut. And Sam knows that too well. But since it was just a small trim for my fringe, I didn’t mind and wanted to be a good sport about it . Plus, we just had a gratifying serving of Tom Yam meehoon and I was in a belly-jolly mood.

First, when we arrived, the tiny boxed-up salon was full. Secondly, it wasn’t the same over-bleached haired ladies working there anymore. It was an Ahbeng hairdresser cum proprieter who occasionally flipped his green comb in the air, an obvious show off.
After our turn came 45 minutes later ( mind you,  I never have to sit around and wait that long, ever) , I found myself being served by a sad, blank- faced, amateurish girl who didn’t show any indication that she is into fashion or hair whatsoever. You know, hairdressers or even shampoo girls usually dress to the max and wears jaw-dropping hairstyles.

I should have guessed.

“Mau gunting macamana?” was all she said. I gave a lengthy picture of how I wanted a soft, side-swept, falling- just- under -my- eyes fringe and I was really specific about it being the in Japanese- style.  She just nodded and quickly snipped away.

In retrospect, I should have showed her this picture.

She never even stopped to ask whether it was okay, or if it was what I wanted. By the time I realized, it was already too short! And it wasn’t cute at all.

I tried to be as composed as possible and pointed out to her, “Ini telampau pendek. Ini bukan apa yang saya minta” while deciding whether I should throw a tantrum or not. She insisted it IS Japanese style and I shot back a firm “NO”. She started to quiver when I repeatedly say it’s not what I wanted. By this time, the Ahbeng boss intervened, and being the expert he is, he agreed it WASN’T the cute, soft swept Japanese style I wanted.

“Oh sorry aa..dia tidak tau bah”
( SORRY? Tida tau kenapa nda Tanya!?). I must have had this green face by this time cause Sam looked at me with a please-don’t-blow-up look.

“Sorry aa..nanti panjang ko balik sini, saya yang gunting..free punya”

I scoffed a ( SAVE IT) look. And walked out.

Sam stayed to get his trim done and I got angrier when came in the car, trying to defend the salon saying, “No other salons would apologize and not charge tau..You shouldn’t be that mad..he asked you to come back next time”.

I blurted out “SORRYLAH”.

And the day just went downhill from there.

Here’s the damage.

Girls, I’m sure you understand my anger.

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