(56) I have no pride in haircuts. To me, spending more than $15 on a haircut is atrocious. I have the same philosophy with haircuts that my dad taught me for lawn mowing: you cut everything down to size then get the details with a weed-whacker.
My stylist today drove me nuts. She's grooming the back of my head (so minutely she might as well have used tweasers), while the top of my head hasn't even been touched yet.
I frequently get complaints at hair salons that my hair is too thick. One time, my hispanic woman began cursing in Spanish and then said, "Your hair break my scissors. Next time, you come sooner." Oh yeah, so I can pay you more. No thanks.
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