I am convinced that there is a conspiracy amongst barbers and hairdressers to purposely give random, off-the-street customers horrible haircuts. I can imagine them at their holiday parties mingling and socializing and laughing amongst themselves about all those awful doos they doled out that year.
Venting is about all I can do at this point. Once you realize what’s going on — that the guy with the scissors heard “short” when you said “shorter” — it’s already too late. Unless you want to look like a reject from The Cure, you have to see it through and find a way to deal with it. I’m not dealing well right now.