Lost in translation

Posted on August 20, 2004 by Gene

In the spirit of queer concerns, I present my latest hair cut.
I know I shouldn’t go to Hair Cuttery, but I can’t continue to fly to London so that Greg at Harrods can cut it. I mean, I do have to pay my mortgage.
The thing about Hair Cuttery that makes it so difficult to get a decent hair cut is simply that they don’t speak English.
Now, at the risk of betraying my liberal credentials — and I’m not advocating an official national language here — shouldn’t a service company, which serves an English-speaking population, require it’s employees to actually speak that language?
She was a nice Asian grandmother, and I couldn’t bring myself to be mean. Plus, I had my glasses off so I couldn’t quite see what she was doing.
I asked her for a trim on the sides, but to keep the length on top that I’d been growing out for the last month.
Here’s how she interpreted that:

(To compare how long it was a month ago, look at this entry, and then decide for yourself if the 3 inches she cut off was in line with the “keep the length” directive.)