My story won't top Shawty's, but it drove me away from hairstylists for over 10 years.

When I was 8 my Mema took me to get my hair cut. It was long and curly and I wanted just a few inches taken off. The stylist looked at my Mema over my head, and Mema shook her's, pointed at her own hair and nodded.

30 minutes later I had a granny mullet and I cried. I cried and I yelled at the lady and my Mema and I didn't have a professional haircut again until I was 19 years old.