My Haircut

I've been growing my hair for quite awhile, with the intention of donating it to an organization that makes wigs for cancer patients. Finally it was long enough, which is good because I was starting to feel like there could be small animals nesting in my hair and I wouldn't have noticed. Saturday was the big day. A salon in the area gives free haircuts to people who are donating their hair, so I was excited to give it a try. They washed my hair and gave me a scalp massage, which is very very relaxing. My hairdresser, or stylist or whatever we're calling her - well, actually we'll call her Niki, because that's her name - offered to make me a latte. She then started talking about what she would do with my remaining hair once the long stuff was chopped off. I sat there, dizzy from the hair washing and the cozy drinks being served to me. About 45 minutes later she was done. The back was "undercut" and the front pieces were slightly longer than the back. It was an actual hairstyle instead of the "I'm growing my hair to donate it" look that I'd been sporting. I was content. I'd enjoyed a free haircut and coffee and made a new bff - Niki. Then, as I was driving home, it dawned on me that I had the same haircut as our friend, Kristen. I thought that maybe it wasn't that noticeable. I opened the door when I got home, John came towards me and said "Your hair is exactly like Kristen's." I made a few frantic calls. Niki agreed to fix my hair. And that is the story of how I had two haircuts in one afternoon.