It was a thursday afternoon,
and I was ready for a cut,
So i strolled down oxford road
eating ice cream flavoured with pistachio nut. ;)
I was in a bright happy mood,
Until she attacked me with the scissors,
and then the bright orange women said
"sorry love, i'll have to get my advisors"
I was feeling apprehensive,
As she was cutting without a bloody care!
And when I was still wet through
She barked out "alright gorgeous your finished, do you like your new hair?
So i said ' are you having a laugh? i'm piss wet through!'
Isn't cutting hair what hairdressers are supoosed to proffesionally do?
Obviously, not this one, so i left.
And guess what! I won't be going back.
Anyway, that's my hairdresser's anger let out.
But I cut it myself in the end so you know.