Ugh. Yes, I said "ugh". There isn't really any word that can describe the experience, so I'm resorting to grunts. I could go with "argh", if you'd prefer.
I went into Hairhouse Warehouse in the DFO because I needed hair-dye to fix my regrowth, because I was already at the DFO and because I assumed it would be a little cheaper than my local one. Having approached the owner to ask his advice, I discussed with him for several minutes about which strength peroxide mix would be the best to get to mix with the colour, as my red was initially dyed over bleached blonde and my regrowth was brown. He agreed that the strongest bleach would be the best. So far so good.
Then he refused to sell it to me.
I walked out carrying a weaker strength solution, which resulted in a stripe of browner red than the rest of my hair. Later I found out that sometimes hairdressers are disinclined to sell the strong bleach to us mortals because it might "cause a tingling sensation". I've been dying my hair for years, and am well aware that by doing it myself I am at fault. I take care, I know the products, and I ask advice. So why give me advice and then refuse to let me follow it?
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