I was running late because I had taken the kids to get their flu shots and it took longer than I expected. I realized I wouldn’t have time to drop them back at the house and then race across town to make the appointment.
I called the salon in a panic to see if I could get a later time. The guy who answered the phone was not impressed with my story (clearly he didn’t have children or he would understand how impossible it is to get a Saturday appointment at the pediatrician for flu shots).
He was annoyed and sighed when I asked him if I could reschedule for a later time. I could feel his eyes rolling, but he said he would check with my hairdresser.
“No,” he said with disdain when he came back on the line. “We are completely booked. And we have a 24-hour cancellation policy so you will have to pay for your visit.”
My visit was to get highlights. Without going into actual dollar figures here (which would scare me to see in print), let’s just say that it was a lot of money. And I would still need to pay to get my hair done.
He asked me for my credit card and I said to send me a bill and hung up in a daze. I had been going there for years and had given them tons of money during that time. I had never heard anything about being charged the full fee for a missed appointment. My husband was immediately interested if it was legal (apparently, it is legal), but I was worried about my personal relationship with my hairdresser.
How could I ever trust him again?!? How could he do this to me? We were hair friends! I require absolute trust in any hair relationship. You see, I have had black hair, orange hair, red hair, and white hair at various points in my life – NONE ON PURPOSE:
- Orange Hair: Sun In (if you were a teen in the 80s you will understand)
- Red Hair: Another attempt at highlights with a do-it-yourself drugstore kit (Be warned: Anything involving a plastic cap and millions of tiny holes is NOT a good idea)
- Black Hair: After using another drugstore kit to try and get my hair its natural brown again after aforementioned disasters
- White Hair: My darkest hour. After turning my hair black, I made an appointment with a RANDOM hairstylist and he bleached all of the color out of my hair to get the black out. I can’t talk about it.
I learned two important lessons from all of this:
- You have to spend tons of money to get “natural looking” highlights
- Selecting a good hairdresser is very important
This past week, I’ve tried Googling for hair colorists in my city, but it’s like looking for love on Craig’s list. It’s scary and filled with risk. I keep flashing back to the image of me in the hair salon with my white hair.
I could still call back and grovel and pay my double bill and hope he will take me back. But that feels kind of dirty. On the other hand, my hair is looking pretty bad…
Do I choose my pride or my hair?
I’m still deciding.
Sarah Knight is co-founder of Mamas Against Drama and is in a semi-panic about her hair. If you know of a colorist in Atlanta who is amazing, trustworthy, and wouldn’t charge a mom hundreds of dollars for running late from the pediatrician, please leave her a message below or contact her on Twitter @sarahsknight. She will be forever grateful.