Weekend cut at Bench Fix Salon – Greenbelt 2, Makati

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I finally found the courage to have a haircut. My guesstimate on my last haircut, was probably more than 6-8 months ago. I normally grow my hair during the year and come summer time, I get a skin head haircut – basketball summer league season :) Anyway, back to my trip to bench fix salon – first time ever. I was thinking of getting a faux-hawk.

First of all – DO NOT go there on a Sunday. The place is packed! I had to wait for close to an hour just to get my hair washed which was the first step. Next, it took about 20 minutes before they started to dry my hair. I think that’s normal.. I mean I heard that’s normal in salons… so girls.. girls girls – I applaud your patience and effort to look amazing. Going back to my quick story on this. So I’m all dried up and ready to go.. after 3 full length articles and 2 passes on this travel magazine that I had in front of me – still no haircut. The girl who washed my hair kept on apologizing, so no point for me to stand up and follow up. I felt so sleepy that I slid down a bit until I found a really comfortable position on the chair, moved slightly to my left and closed my eyes. It was so cozy, sound of hair blowers, endless gossip, a clean sheet covering half your body – I could really get some good sleep here BUT suddenly, my stylist came over and asked me what style I wanted. He was rushing… What do you expect – Sunday and it was packed. Anyway, I told him I wanted to get a faux-hawk. He started immediately… lightning fast scissor action.

He poked me once with the tip of the scissors on the side of my head right above my right ear. He apologized, I said ok no worries (didn’t really hurt, but definitely scared me) and he continued cutting. I felt a sense of recklessness and urgency in the way he was cutting my hair.. Then, he poked me again! I said to myself.. ok, strike 2 – 3 and he is outta here. I sat their calmly, didn’t even bother to look at myself in the mirror – I just drowned myself in the travel magazine that I was reading. Finally, he said he was done- I looked up, not what I expected, but it wasn’t that bad. He asked if I liked it… I thought, he might stab me this time, so I said, its ok – hoping he would walk away and I would be done. He said fine and sent me back to get shampooed – again. Blow dry, some wax, and there it was – my faux-hawk.

So that’s how I almost got my head stabbed with a pair of scissors by getting a faux-hawk. I don’t think I’ll be coming back to that place… I’m never gonna get a hair cut on a weekend.

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