The tale of the world's most expensive haircut

A tale of the worlds most expensive haircut….. Once upon a time there was a girl who hadn’t had her hair cut and colored for about three months.  Things were looking dull and stringy and the girl knew it was time to find a hair stylist  in…dun dun dun.. Orange County.  She started looking around and Yelping places and didn’t have much luck.  Then, one day, her prince charming.. wait.. was she a princess?.. was surfing the world wide web and came across a “Living Social” deal advertising $150 worth of stuff done for $65 dollars.  For the over-priced hair salons in Orange County, this was a steal!  The girl gladly agreed to buy the coupon and called to make her appointment.  The woman who answered the phone assured her that $150 dollars would be more than enough for a simple cut and color. 

The next week, the girl, excited and a little nervous (she had decided to try a shorter cut which she had been told was both “sexy” and “sassy”) went into the salon.  It was the swanky type in Newport Beach where the hair dressers have assistants to do things like wash your hair and hand the stylist hair spray and give you water in wine glasses.  As the girl sat down, her stylist explained to her that the cut alone would cost $80 dollars and the color would be another $120 dollars making it $50 dollars over the $150 she had to spend.  The girl looked at the stylist in the swanky salon and tried to keep her from seeing the wave of shock rolling over the girl.  Apparently, the stylist forgot the girl was not Lauren Conrad from the O.C. but simply a girl who works in a medical office who wanted a decent cut and color.. hence the reason a girl was using a coupon to even be in the salon in the first place.  The thing was, the girl was in a pickle.  You see, she had already laid down 65 big ones and if she just got a color here she would have to get a cut elsewhere and end up spending even more money.  She nodded her head in agreement trying the hide the “that’s my food money for the next two weeks” look in her eye. 

The stylist pressed on cutting about 5 inches off of the girl’s hair and giving her a lot blonder look.  The girl got compliments from all the stylists as she left and started to tell herself maybe the price wasn’t so bad after all and that she did feel sassier. She thought all of this as she searched for her keys in her purse. 

She searched high and low but found no keys.  That is until she went out to her car and looked through the passenger window and found them leering up at her from the car seat.  With a heavy sigh and a shake of her sassy head, the girl went out in search of a number to a lock smith.

 After talking to a movie usher who looked at her as if she were some spilled popcorn in his theater he needed to get rid of and trekking over to a restaurant, she found some good Samaritans in the way of two valet parkers.  They listened to her plight and used their fancy internet phones to find the number to the nearest locksmith.  They chatted with her animatedly about all the expensive cars in their lots until the locksmith called them back.  (to make matters more interesting, the girls phone was barely hanging on to its battery life and wouldn’t let her make calls out) The locksmith quoted her at $50 just to drive the 5 miles over to the car and told her it would be from $20 and up to get the car unlocked.  The girl was convinced it couldn’t be more than $20 to open her car since it was an 05 corolla and set out to wait for the locksmith.  The kind valet worker waited with her and soon enough a punk 20 year old kid came to unlock her car.  The girl was preparing for the worst… a possible 80 dollars to do the job.  You can imagine her surprise when the kid brought over the receipt and it was $129 dollars even.  The girl had had enough.  She said that was simply the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard and that she didn’t have that kind of money.  The kid nudged a centimeter and took off $20 but said that was the best he could do.  She signed the dumb receipt feeling extremely taken advantage of and proceeded to watch the kid get a blood pressure pump and bent hanger, stick it through the window, and unlock the door in a matter of minutes. The girl responded a little saucily that next time she would have someone bring her a blood pressure pump and a bent hanger and save herself $109 but that she thanked him anyway because he wasn’t the one who jacked up the prices after all.  She drove away from the salon in Newport Beach and looked in the rearview mirror. She crunched some numbers and realized that sassy new haircut had cost her $224.  As she pulled onto the freeway she muttered "this hair cut better last me a year."