Worst. Hair. Cut. Ever.

Really.
I get my hair cut at the barbers college and I usually end up with a decent haircut. Going to the barbers college is always a bit of an experience. All kinds of crazy people come in trying to sell you what ever they've got. CDs, watches, clothes, makeup....maybe half the time there is a dice game going on in the classroom in the back.

So like I was saying, usually I end up with a good cut. Usually. Yesterday was not one of those days. I was in desperate need of a cut, my hair was getting heavy.

I sat down in the barbers chair and when he asked how I wanted my hair cut I said:
"Not too short. Trim up the sides. Thin out the top. Trim the front. A normal haircut, one that doesn't look like I just got a hair cut"

The guy nods and gets to work on my head. And when I say work I mean he was going crazy with the shears and the clippers. I mean really working my head over. At first I was a little worried but I recalled a few times when barbers have done this and I've had to tell them to take more off so I didn't say anything. Sure there was a lot of hair falling onto the apron but there always is. I have lots and lots of hair, and then more on top of that. Not to mention it had been just over a month since my last cut so seeing lots of hair wasn't too alarming.

Finally he finishes, takes off the apron and hands me a mirror. And this is what happened, as best as I can recall...

"What the [expletive] is this?!" Jumping out of the chair.
"You don't like?"
"Why is it so short?"
"You don't like it?"
"Hell no I don't like it! I asked for a normal cut! What is this?"
"A normal cut."

So now an instructor comes around.

"Sir can you keep it down. What's the problem."
"This!" Pointing at my head.
"You don't like your cut?"
"You're [expletive] [expletive] [expletive] right I don't like it."
"Didn't you tell him what you wanted."
"Yes and this isn't it. I asked for a normal hair cut. This is a [expletive] buzz cut. I'm not paying for this."
"Sir..."
"No I'm not paying for it."
"Sir..."
"Am I clear?
"OK, fine" Looking very angry.
So I left.

I'd been through this once before, but with much less shock, swearing and attention. Previously I grabbed the instructor and told him how I asked for my hair to be cut and what it now looks like and he let me go. But that was years ago.

I can't comb it, I can't push it forward, I can't do anything. All I can do with my hair is let it sit there until it grows out. It I put my hand on my head the hair doesn't even come up above my fingers.
I am so not looking forward to going into work tomorrow, the teasing will be relentless.

Before

This is like three or four days before the incident. It really doesn't do justice to the insanity that is my hair in the morning.

After