Short and sweet.

I hate cutters.

In the last few years I’ve come to call all hairdressers, stylists and barbers cutters. Why? Because I haven’t met a competent one in the last three years. I give simple instructions, they just do whatever the Hell they want and screw my hair up.

This actually happened. The script is practically verbatim. After patiently explaining what I wanted, the cutter took a hunk of hair in hand, and hacked at it a half a dozen times with the thinning scissors.

Forbidden to use regular scissors, she decided to keep cutting with the thinners until I barely had any hair left.