I cant get over that hair cut. I just cant get my head around it. It's like hes just had half a hair cut
Chris walks into the salon and shows the hairdresser a photo of a style he likes. The hairdresser looks at the photo, looks at the thinning and poorly-dyed ginger mess in front of him and bravely takes on the challenge.
"Leave the fringe 'til the end, mate. I am not sure exactly how I want it yet.", Chris says as he momentarily lifts his head up from his phone where he is constantly refreshing a certain tattle website.
The hairdresser regrets taking on this client. She should have had an early lunch or smoke break. She blinks back tears and breathes through her mouth to try to survive the foul odour which seems to grow in strength the more she moves the hairs around.
"No. Hell no! This isn't what I wanted at all!", Chris suddenly says once the back of his hair has been cut.
"Shall I.... What can I do to fix..." the hairdresser starts to say but she is rudely interrupted.
"HELL NO! I ain't payin' for this, foo! You'll be hearing from my lawyers at Levi's if you think you can charge me for this! They're the best in the country!"
The hairdresser sighs but is secretly relieved. She could insist on some sort of payment or offer to fix the man's hair but by this stage her fingers are slipping from the grease and she cannot even hold her scissors properly. The smell has permeated the entire salon and both clients and staff are making excuses to leave. Further down the street there are cats crying, people are walking on the other side of the road and old ladies are dropping like flies.
"I'm sorry you feel that way. Of course you do not have to pay for anything.", The hairdresser says as she retains all levels of professionalism.
Chris jumps out of his seat and exits the salon quickly, barely stopping as he shoves a grotty beanie on his head. A calmness sets in at the salon as the smells moves further away and becomes a horrible memory.
Boom. Free haircut. Boom. Free HALF haircut.
There's a reason he didn't vlog it!