14-08-2012, 11:38 PM
Yes, & I was the one that cut it!
The worst one I ever had someone else did came from a barbers I used to go to. The owner was Iranian & he was always good value with the customers talking about everything, although largely football (he was eventually forced to sell up & go back to Iran to try & get the rest of his family out who were being mistreated by the authorities).
One of the three chairs in the shop was hired to a Polish bloke, who by the time he'd finished with me gave me a haircut like a llama had been eating chunks of it, & for good measure decided to shave off half of each eyebrow. I looked like something from an old BBC science fiction programme, & as it was during my lunchbreak, there wasn't time to get it sorted before going back. The office had a field day. I refused to ever let him cut my hair again.
Months later, the barber from Hell was kicked out when another Polish guy entered the shop & whilst waiting pointed to what was supposed to be the muppet's hairdressing diploma from back home & asked the owner if he was Iranian why was there a Polish child's bicycle proficiency certificate hanging on his wall?
He never hired out the vacant chair again - & he wouldn't let that guy get his bicycle certificate back either!
Have you ever attempted to do a recipe that no matter how many times you did it exactly right according to the instructions absolutely refused to come out the way it was supposed to?
The worst one I ever had someone else did came from a barbers I used to go to. The owner was Iranian & he was always good value with the customers talking about everything, although largely football (he was eventually forced to sell up & go back to Iran to try & get the rest of his family out who were being mistreated by the authorities).
One of the three chairs in the shop was hired to a Polish bloke, who by the time he'd finished with me gave me a haircut like a llama had been eating chunks of it, & for good measure decided to shave off half of each eyebrow. I looked like something from an old BBC science fiction programme, & as it was during my lunchbreak, there wasn't time to get it sorted before going back. The office had a field day. I refused to ever let him cut my hair again.
Months later, the barber from Hell was kicked out when another Polish guy entered the shop & whilst waiting pointed to what was supposed to be the muppet's hairdressing diploma from back home & asked the owner if he was Iranian why was there a Polish child's bicycle proficiency certificate hanging on his wall?
He never hired out the vacant chair again - & he wouldn't let that guy get his bicycle certificate back either!
Have you ever attempted to do a recipe that no matter how many times you did it exactly right according to the instructions absolutely refused to come out the way it was supposed to?