You may start feeling a little itchy after this
Visiting the hair salon could be a regular occurrence for you, or it could be a luxury purchase that you only make once in a while. If you’re lucky, you’ve got someone very skilled with the scissors in your family, and you can get a quality haircut whenever you need one. But you can imagine that these professionals don’t always have the best clients in their chair. Between the infested, the demanding, and the downright nasty people, it’s enough to make you throw down the clippers and go into a less personal trade. Read these terrible stories straight from hair stylists.
A Little Burnt
My hairstylist told me about this other client of hers who just didn’t seem to understand that hair has its limits. The lady went from black (her original hair color), to blond, then decided she wanted it black again and did a botched box job on her own. She comes in asking for the hairstylist to redye her hair blond again, but the hairstylist refuses because she knew the hair wouldn’t be able to handle it. The lady doesn’t like that so she goes to someone else, who does the job and in the process ends up melting most of the lady’s hair off.
Apparently it just turned to goop. Well, started smoking, and then just became goop while in the tin foil. The lady comes back to the original hairstylist crying her eyes out and the best the hairstylist can do is just restyle the burnt hair into a pixie cut. I guess it still smelled really bad too because of the chemicals. (Birdy1072)
My mom cut hair before she had me. She told me she had this lady with a perm come in for a trim and shampoo and as she was shampooing her, little bugs fell into the sink. Turns out my mom just stuck her hands into a whole perm full of lice and the lady didn’t even know she had it. The lady left before she could get cut and my mom disinfected everything. (GhibliNut)
A good family friend in Bangladesh runs one of the most beautiful, high-class salons I have ever seen in my life. Marble floors, filigree screens, stained glass windows, ivy climbing across huge expanses of white walls, an indoor koi pond build under a set of glass stairs leading up to a personal lounge with an ornate jhoola swing and golden birdcages, the whole shebang.
Now, you will rarely come across someone from that country who knows what dreads are. They just don’t really have it. Due to the a very prevalent lice problem, the poor keep their hair short or tied up and the rich keep their hair outrageously clean. And in walks the lovechild of Bob Marley and College Liberal and plops herself down into a chair.
I’d just like to say that I have no qualms regarding people with dreadlocks. Though personally I’m not a fan, they don’t really gross me out or anything. But this girl… oh let me tell you.
The hairdresser was a minute into the “styling” process (she had no idea what to do with a head of dreads) when she suddenly let out a piercing shriek and scrambled backwards to the far end of the room, falling in the process, and continuing to scream and crawl backwards on her hands and feet.
What looked to be the husk of a deceased parasite or something about five to ten inches long had fallen out of her hair the moment the dreads were let down and pinned up. [deleted user]