Why did such a terrible event happen? Because I don't speak Spanish and the hairdresser was appalled that I neither spoke nor understood it. Um, what? This comic below, while funny, is pretty much exactly what happened (except she had hair).
The last time I checked, we live in America, and we speak English here. Had I lived in Italy longer than a few months, I would've learned the language because, well, I was living there and, call me crazy, but it seems like the right thing to do.
I can't believe I was punished by someone holding a pair of scissors - my poor, poor hair. :( Insert tears here.
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