Our First Haircut

Today Cousin Leah and I decided to get our haircut at a place down the street.  This is a big step for me, because I live in constant fear of Argentine hairstyles.  We got there, filled out forms, and Cousin Leah was whisked away instantly, leaving me to wonder how to politely tell whoever cut my hair I don't want a mullet.

So some woman comes up to me and starting jabbering away at me in spanish. I tried to understand what she was saying, but I ended up just staring at her, so she probably thought I was mildly retarded.  We went near Leah and I had her explain to the lady I just wanted it cut with some layers, blah blah blah.  She was halfway through drying my hair when I mildly started to panic.  The layers were looking very spread out, very mullet like.  Then I realized it was the way she was curling and drying it, not the way it was cut.  That made me laugh and by the time she was done, WOW, it looked hilarious.

When I was finished, Leah was only getting her hair washed, so I went home.  Ten minutes later, Leah comes barging through the door screaming, "OH MY GOD!!!!!"  Apparently, she hadn't even waited to get her hair dried, she had just come running home.  I had no idea what the problem was until she turned around.  Holy mullet, funniest thing I have ever seen.  The bottom of her hair ended in a point about 4 inches lower than the last layer.  After I stopped laughing at her, we went into the bathroom and proceeded to cut the bottom 2 inches off of her hair, hopefully fixing the issue.  

Personally, I think she should have rocked the hairstyle a few days before fixing it, just to see what it was like.