I got a haircut.
Did I ask for these particularly bold bangs? No, no I did not. In fact, Mr. Stylist gave me two seconds of warning and, while holding a massive chunk of my hair, said, "Are ya ready? I'm gonna cut!" and, SNIP CHOP LOP, they were gone. In his defense, I had said an offhand comment earlier about really digging the blunt bangs look, but that I always though my hair and I couldn't pull it off. Luckily for me (and him), we all lived happily ever after.
Emerson Salon in Seattle, haircut by Peter, the tattooed Harley mechanic, cat lover, man from Minnesota, blunt bang guru.