Finally, someone at Hair Cuttery understands why people come in.

jason — Fri, 26 Sep 2008 17:50:36 +0000

I just went out a little while ago to grab a bite of lunch and get my hair cut. Conveniently located just down the street a bit from us is a Hair Cuttery. Without fail, every time I go in there, I’m greeted by a blank stare wondering why I’m there. “What can we do for you today?” or something along those lines is the typical greeting. “Yeah, I’d like to get my oil changed, and have a soda.” I said that once. More blank stares. Finally, I had to clue the girl into the fact that I’ve come into a Hair Cuttery to get this — get a haircut.

Today, I was greeted by Jenni, who, despite using a nickname that ends in I (which I utterly loathe), was not only very nice, but actually got the fact that I had in fact entered the Hair Cuttery in search of a haircut. She wound up cutting my hair too, was pleasant to talk with and did a great job on my hair as well. At least as good as one can do with my hair. Thanks Jenni!

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Finally, someone at Hair Cuttery understands why people come in.