When I was younger, someone who was reeeeeeally pissed off at me said they’d snatch me baldheaded. At the time I laughed at them, knowing they wouldn’t lay a finger on me no matter how angry they were.
I went to a new stylist the other day, hoping to finally find a good one in my area and wanting to look super-cute for Nationals next week. Um, yeah. It didn’t work out for me. I wear glasses (note the pic on the left) so when I have to take off the specs for the cutting process I have no idea what they’re doing back there. None. Not until I can put the glasses back on when the deed is done. I asked for 2 inches to be taken off the hair I’d been growing out for a whole freaking year. The stylist showed me the two inches and we both agreed that this was indeed 2 inches.
Imagine my surprise when I put my glasses on an found I had no hair left! The woman took 5 freaking inches! My whole year of growth, gone. Just like that. Poof! Luckily, the style is good and I can work with it, but I ain’t happy at all.
So, I was snatched baldheaded. And I didn’t even get to harass her into annoyance first.
