The lady said, "Ok." then started cutting. She made all of the appropriate parts. Then began the cut. Her first layer was way shorter than I ever remember anyone cutting. When she was about to start the second layer, she called someone over (the managing cosmopolitan) and said to me, "show her your picture."
The manager looked and said, "ok?"
The first woman answered with a shrug.
Manager lady, "It's just a bob cut."
The original lady said, "but she wants it stacked..."
Manager lady speaks. "That's what a bob is; don't you know how to do that?"
Original lady: "No."
Me: "THEN WHY DID YOU TAKE SCISSORS TO MY HAIR IN THE FIRST PLACE AFTER I SHOWED YOU AN EXACT PHOTOGRAPH OF WHAT I WANTED, AND YOU KNEW FROM THE START YOU DID NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!!????!!!"
That was all in my head of course.
Then my heart stopped for a second.
I proceeded to move to the manager's chair for her to 'fix' me.
"It's going to be shorter than the picture," she states. "So sorry."
Non-confrontational me says, "Well, make it look as long as you possibly can. The picture was cutting it close to my too-short comfort zone."
Original lady continues to hover and "learn" during what has turned into a teaching sesson. "Never cut shorter than their hairline...."
Seems to me the cut was messed up from the beginning; not the end.
When it was all said and done. My neck had been shaved...yes, shaved, and I got to only pay for a child's cut. Lucky me.
I did, however, get Sharon's (manager lady) card because unlike original lady, she will be allowed to touch my hair again. She turned a disaster into an uncomfortable for me (and Kenny), but yet still ok hairstyle.