Britney’s Suprise snipping

hairdresser’s perspective:

its was a regular Saturday morning and i was just cleaning up after one of my clients when Britney walks in again. i didn’t want to have to deal with her again but there she was, with her long blond waist length hair, that she always made a fuss about doing perfectly or she would shout at everyone in the salon. i put a grin on as I greeted her “hi miss Brittney , are you here for your usual? would you like a seat?” she didn’t even look up at me from her phone walking past me into her usual chair “whatever, like you know i just want to be as hot as ever”. I swallowed my retort and sighed inwardly… its going to be a long morning.

Britney’s perspective:

i sat down in my regular chair while the hairdresser drowned on again. god she is annoying , I bet my hair is the only good hair she has ever worked with. i cut whatever useless point she was making “look, I just want my hair to be perfect for when Chad comes , alright? so you can stop moaning”

hairdressers perspective:

that was the last straw ,something snaped in me… I smiled back “ok sure lets get you started then” , she responded “thank fuck , its about time”, i put the towel on her and got all the tools set up. i could see all my coworkers looking at me with pity as they all got to relax as it was a slow morning but i have to deal with Britney but they don’t know that i have a plan…

Brittney’s perspective:

that women started coming and spraying my hair , i was texting my boyfriend of course and its so hard to constated “ugh your pulling my hair to tight” the women smiles apologetically , as she should. i can hear her start cutting “not to short , remember! my boyfriend preferers long haired girls”

hairdressers perspective:

my patinates was getting even shorter and it was time to start my plan so i swive her to look away from the mirror , not that she is looking and i ask “would you like layers , they are very infasion” she barks a “sure” and i use this to my advantage , Brittney is the dumb blond type so she wont even know what is happening. so i grap my sissers and start sniping even higher then normal , randomly , until at leat 6 inchis is of her hair. snip . snip .snip. her hair is still relativly long but 6 inches of it lye on the floor , and this exited me , some of my coworkers raise an eyebrow at me but i just wink.

Britney:

i can hear some snipping so i ask ” your not cutting to much are you ?” and that pest responds with “no its just me layering back here” so i go back to texting when askes if she can steady my head properly with a bowl as its creates the best results, i say yes because i want to have the hottest best results , even if i have never heard of the tequnique. so she places the bowl on my head and i hear a large. snip. close to my ear and that makes me panic “what are you doing , bitch ? , that sounded close to me ” and she just smiled and said ” oh no don’t worry,   their is just a loud echo in hear that’s all.” that put me at easy and i counited to text my boy

hairdresser:

she was so close to catching what i am doing but Luckly she is really dumb. i slowly cut away at her hair at the point i put the bowl on her head. snip. one huge lock falls. snip. another huge lock falls. snip. and i take of her bowl it revel to me her now mutilated hair, if i wasn’t trying to keep it hidden from her , i would have laughed so i took a picture of it telling Britney that i wanted to “capture how beautiful your hair looks” at this point all the other hairdressers caught on and were intrigued and smirking slightly, we all hated Brittney. i whisper in my friends ear “can you bring me the electric raiser and raiser blade” she looked at me with chock and interest and i said ” i giving her what she deserves and going to shear her like the sheep she is.” this made my friend laughed with a bit of glee, and i felt my heart fastened. i go back to work , trying not to smirk looking at Brittny already and i ask her cooly ” do you mind if i use the electric hairbrush? it makes hair easier to comb and more silky ” she looked at me for a second and then responded “whatever, as long as you don’t keep pulling my hair with your greasy hands again” my friend passed me the electric razor and sheers and gave me a look. the whole hair solon was waiting for me to do it. i click the machine on. buzzzzzzzzzzz. what’s left of her mutilated bowl cut is sheered down to a short buzzcut , almost military. i then tell her tat i need to wash her hair and put product in it , but when I’m supposed to but conditioner i put shaving cream. i grab the razor blad and i cut whatever hair she had left , the funny thing was she didn’t even suspect a thing , she thought i was giving her a scalp massage. i rinsed her head once i was sure i got all of her hair of and brought her back to my station , i was rubbing oil on her head now like she usually request for the end of the appointment but i cant contain myself much longer because it just makes her baldness even more shinny and stark. “nearly all gone” i say to her with a  grin. she takes a second to look up “dont you mean all done?” “that too i suppose is say with a widener grin” she looks like she is getting uneasy know and says “my hair feels weird” and at this point i just blirt out laughing ” i think you mean HEAD”

Brittney:

i cant have heard right, im shocked , i dont understand why this lady is laughing and why everyone seems to be stairing at me and then i feel my head … a beat. i scream . this cant be real. the hairdresser laughs harder now and spins me round to look myself dead in the eye at the mirror with a sypattic look. i cant believe it… “my hair.. what have you done .. where is my hair” the hairdresser’s friend picks a big handfull of LONG blong hair from the floor and puts it in my lap “this where my hair is my darling” she’s laughing too and i look at the floor finally realising how much hair their actually was. it was ALOT piles and piles of it and i look up at the mirror

hairdresser:

Britney starts crying and shouting at everyone, saying things like “my hair” “omg” and “I’m going to kill you” the receptionist goes up to her and says “cheer up Baldi , I’m sure your boyfriend will still love you for what’s on the inside” with a sniker

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