After three hours of work, three different treatment processes, $140 worth of services (including tip), and $42 worth of new shampoo and conditioner, the best my two male roommates could say is, “Did you get a haircut or something?”
And that was after I shouted, “Look at my damn head! SOMETHING IS DIFFERENT.”
In case you’re wondering (and I’m certain the suspense is practically killing you), I went from Marilyn Manson With Carrot Top Roots to My, Doesn’t Your Hair Look Naturally Sun-Streaked (If You Live On Mercury). I’ll post pictures at some point.
Of course they’d have noticed if you had dyed your armhair; it’s at least three, maybe four… feet long.