Oh my god.

My worst haircut was when I was 15. I had long pretty hair and a nice long sidefringe. At this time, it was still before I was able to get a job, so I had to go to the cheapest trashiest Lemon Tree hair cutters because that's where my Mom goes for some unfathomable reason. I all asked for was a trim on my bangs and to two inches from the length of my hair.

Instead, this random guy at the salon who I find out later didn't even WORK THERE(!!!!!), gave me crooked blunt bangs, and chopped my length short. The guy was a real asshole too. I got really nervous halfway through the haircut because I had a feeling he wasn't professional, so I kept looking over at my momma like "HELP ME!!" and he kept jerking my hair away really hard. If I was my age now, I'd have slugged him for that, but I was still fairly shy and soft mannered then.

I absolutely freaked out. I think this was up there with one of my worst tantrums of all time. I guess good things happen from bad though, because it taught me a valuable lesson in life: quality costs money. You can't go to a place for a $15 dollar haircut and expect it to come out nicely. Now I go to a really posh professional salon (which doesn't even cost that much because I get a student discount!), while my Mom is still going to the same ghetto ass place and complains every time after that her bangs come out crooked.