Fantastic Sams

Patience is a virtue… unfortunately one that I lack. I’ve been needing my hair cut for a couple of weeks now, but financially I’ve been lacking. After spending a couple hours looking into Austin salons both on Unilocal and on Citysearch, I decided that I absolutely needed to get my hair cut today, so I headed here. First because it’s close to my house, second because the Fantastic Sams I’ve been to previously have been wonderful experiences, and third because I called ahead and they weren’t busy.
I was greeted promptly and told to sign in by someone giving a client highlights. Judy finished up with the guy she was working on and didn’t seem to even notice I was there. The other lady mentioned that I was ready and she called me up. I showed her the picture in the book of what I liked and off we went.
The salon is pretty new, as is the strip mall that it’s in. The waiting area is behind a partition, so you can’t see it when you walk in. Magazines and a couple of style books were piled on the table, not organized at all. There was a tv, but it wasn’t working or the antenna was out or something. Judy didn’t even sweep up between her previous client and myself, she just sat me at the chair next to it.
The main reason I like getting my hair cut is the shampoo part of it all. I love having someone massaging my scalp while they wash my hair, it’s my fav part of the whole experience. Judy washed and conditioned my hair in like two minutes flat.
We went back to the chair and she just began snip snip snipping away. She was pseudo friendly, but very abrupt. Not to mention that she caught my upper earring two or three times, HARD, with her comb. She sort of joked about it, saying that she knew it was there, but she still kept snagging it. I’m thankful that I’ve had it forever and it didn’t hurt. She made the edges jagged (I wanted it to look chunky) and gave me long bangs. In the middle of everything, a man walked in and it seemed like he was there to pick her up. She told him that she’d be done in a couple minutes. She kept cutting and when she was done, told me to feel the hair. She didn’t give me a mirror to look at the back of it, she told me to feel it. It was okay… not too short, not too long, but just okay. I could feel the pressure of her wanting to get out of there, so I paid my way and left.
This is what I get for being cheap and impatient… I’ll wait to see how it dries before I go elsewhere to get it fixed, if necessary.