Hope you're ready to laugh
I was getting ready to go into my Junior--or was it Senior?!--year of high school. Now for those of us who have been graduated for longer than a couple of years let me refresh our aging memories a bit. High school is that awkward time. Breakouts, hormones, broken hearts...it's amazing I have any happy memories left after all of that! It's the time where you "think" you're an adult only to now laugh hysterically when thinking back how "grown up" you were. It's the time when you can still eat a lot--but you have to lay off the junk a little bit or else that prom dress won't be as flattering.
Basically, in a nutshell, it was hell. To make me feel a little better about myself my Mom asked if I wanted to go to her hair stylist at the time. Heck yeah! I don't think I really got my hair "done" so to say. I would get a cut here and there, but nowhere as nice as this place.
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When the big day arrived I knew exactly what cut I wanted. Uber popular and super cute, I just knew that "The Rachel" would transform my life--I would have the haircut that would make all high school boys think that I was gorgeous. I couldn't wait to show up for the first day of school looking like Rachel!
I go into the salon with my sister and Mom. I may have been late to the appointment. I can't remember. Oh--and my sister swears to this day I bumped a man in the parking lot with my car. I have absolutely NO recollection of this--but she laughs hysterically and says, "Do you remember when you bumped that guy in the parking lot when you got your hair cut?? Bwahahahaha!"
And then I tell her no, I do not. That is a lie and I know I would remember something like that happening...
Oh. So back to the story.
Tell the stylist exactly what I want--I mean, everyone knew what "The Rachel" was back then. And I'm pretty sure a lot of us still know what it is today. I'm sitting in the chair, she's cutting away and I remember thinking that I was the luckiest girl in the world, I couldn't believe that I was getting "The Rachel" and I couldn't wait to go cruising with my girlfriends and meet boys and...
I looked in the mirror. And this is what was staring back at me:
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I had a MULLET!! I just sat there and wanted to cry. I hated it. Hatedhatedhatedhated it!
My Mom kept telling me how much she loved it {to this day she claims it was cute...riiiight....} and I think my sister laughed right then and there. I ended up wearing hats galore that summer and my new bff were bobby pins. It was awful.
*Shudder* I bet I'll have nightmares tonite with mullets appearing....seriously....
Have you ever had a horrible yet highly hilarious hair malfunction?? Please tell me at least one of you have?! If not, just make one up....I'm kidding {sort of....}