KMK: Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

So, last week my friend Rebecca sidled up next to me at work with the good news that she intended to take the plunge and get bangs. She’s been growing her hair since coming to Korea and has been debating on going down the bang route. With the decision firmly decided she asked our Korean co teacher to go with her to the appointment, just to be sure no tomfoolery would arise.

Well, the next day, she came into the teacher’s lounge in a whirlwind of anger tinged with sadness for the hairstylist in question had butchered her hair in the great name of “styling” only then to inform her that she couldn’t have proper bangs because of a cowlick. Beforehand our co teacher had informed the stylists what Rebecca wanted and he had assured them that he could deliver. He failed.

He even had the nerve to insist on payment. I certainly sympathized since I’ve finally been in a position of having to deal with hair. Before the fro, and now once again, I simply moisturized by shaved scalp and Ta Daa, I was ready for the day. Luckily, however things turned for the better when our co teacher’s mother heard about the incident, dialed up the saloon, and unleashed a dose of unsatisfied korean customer.

Needless to say after such a firestorm the stylist eagerly invited Rebecca back for free extensions. After the deed was done we met for lunch. She’s happy with having longer hair again even if it was actual human hair from someone in China. Now I just can imagine some poor Chinese person walking innocently down the street when she’s suddenly accosted with her head yanked back and her long luxurious black hair hacked from her scalp only to be sold to the black market salons of Seoul and sewn into Rebecca’s head. Sort of like a hair version of black market organs.

Hopefully she doesn’t have said woman scouring the streets of Seoul in search of her missing locks.