Haircut Mishap

Everything started with a reminder from our dean.
"Mister, your hair." *gestures scissors with fingers*
this isn't new to me. I kept my hair long for a year now, even wrote an article on the school paper to abolish the rule on male hair length. In fact, my friends are beginning to call me Jesus Christ, thanks to my growing beard.
I, being the good student, decided to get a haircut the next day.

Next day.
After some chores, went to a salon and got my long hair trimmed. I was planning on a normal looking haircut, but apparently, the hair dresser made me look like a girl.
This isn't good.

Afternoon.
Had my dad call the friendly neighborhood barber.
This haircut was cheaper, and better.
Now, i can style my hair to look like either John Lennon or Paul McCarthney.
I'm two Beatles in one!

Moral of the story:
know what haircut you want, or there will be hell to pay.