Hello,
Tomorrow, my host family is going to their neice's engagement party. My host mother and sister are really excited and want to look perfect. As a result, we were going to get our nails done today and get our hair done tomorrow. My host mom wanted to go to the salon I do in Abdoun because she said I get the best haircuts. Where I go is a European place that is cheap by American standards for hair cuts, but expensive by Jordanian standards. My host mom was willing to take the expense because she wanted to look perfect.
So I come home today early from school to go with my host mom to get our nails done. But there had been a change of plans. My host mom wanted the exact man who cuts my hair to cut hers. Turns out he was not working tomorrow, so she had to go today. We skipped the nails (kind of disappointing) and I went with my host mom to get her hair cut.
That was a disaster. My host mom hates her hair cut which is now a short, cute bob. She dies her hair blonde on a regular basis and the way the man cut her hair makes her dye job look streaky. I did not think that cutting hair could make the coloring look different. Needless to say, she is pissed.
In essence, I feel like an asshole. I have the blonde hair and the owner gives me awesome cuts. She wants blonder hair and the owner gives her a good cut, but one that makes her hair coloring look awful. The party is tomorrow, so thank God her appointment was moved from tomorrow to today. All the ride home she was angrily calling her friends. I feel really bad
Tomorrow, my host family is going to their neice's engagement party. My host mother and sister are really excited and want to look perfect. As a result, we were going to get our nails done today and get our hair done tomorrow. My host mom wanted to go to the salon I do in Abdoun because she said I get the best haircuts. Where I go is a European place that is cheap by American standards for hair cuts, but expensive by Jordanian standards. My host mom was willing to take the expense because she wanted to look perfect.
So I come home today early from school to go with my host mom to get our nails done. But there had been a change of plans. My host mom wanted the exact man who cuts my hair to cut hers. Turns out he was not working tomorrow, so she had to go today. We skipped the nails (kind of disappointing) and I went with my host mom to get her hair cut.
That was a disaster. My host mom hates her hair cut which is now a short, cute bob. She dies her hair blonde on a regular basis and the way the man cut her hair makes her dye job look streaky. I did not think that cutting hair could make the coloring look different. Needless to say, she is pissed.
In essence, I feel like an asshole. I have the blonde hair and the owner gives me awesome cuts. She wants blonder hair and the owner gives her a good cut, but one that makes her hair coloring look awful. The party is tomorrow, so thank God her appointment was moved from tomorrow to today. All the ride home she was angrily calling her friends. I feel really bad
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