About a month ago I received an email from the Hair Cuttery.
The email gave me a choice of four coupons and ever since I went through an extreme couponing phase freshman year, I can’t pass up a deal.
I could have gotten a free eyebrow wax, a free blow-out with a hair cut or something else (which wasn’t enticing enough to remember).
The email specified that once I printed one coupon I couldn’t go back and choose another, so I knew I had to make my decision wisely.
The eyebrow wax was only an $8 value, and I hate getting mine waxed after a traumatic experience years ago with an Asian woman that went by the name of Nina who worked at a ghetto Unique Chic.
The blowout was a $30 value, so I chose the latter. The expiration date on the coupon was Feb. 28, so Tuesday I started to get pressed to go.
I honestly didn’t really want a haircut but I wanted to use the coupon. So Tuesday night, I rushed to make myself dinner.
After eating, I told my roommates I’d be back a little later and I drove all the way to the mall. As I pulled in the parking lot I realized that my debit card was at home so I turned around and went back.
Running inside, I got my card then heard someone say, “Why is the oven on?” In my rush earlier to leave, I apparently didn’t think about burning our apartment down.
Oops.
I turned it off and ran back out to my car.
I drove all the way back to the mall, went inside, signed in at the desk and sat down to wait.
After a while they called my name, and then it hit me. I left my debit card in my car.
I asked them to wait and sprinted to my car. Finally, with my card, I sat in the chair to get my hair cut. I mentioned that I had a coupon and showed it to her.
Then she says that to use the coupon I would have to pay an extra $10 because I had what they considered to be “long hair.” That sounded more like a rip off than a deal to me.
I watched in frustration as my hair got shorter.
I ended up not even using the coupon, and since I couldn’t print another one I was stuck getting a haircut I didn’t want.
I left the Hair Cuttery with wet hair.
I get back to my apartment and run through the rain to my building.
As I reach into my pocket I realize my keys aren’t there. I then wonder if it was possible that I locked my keys in my car.
I did. That made twice in the past two weeks.
But I thought, “No problem, my roommates are home I’ll just knock on the door and get my spare key.” I could hear the TV inside our apartment and knocked on my door.
I make a goofy face into the peephole.
There’s no response … I knock again, minus the goofy face this time.
Again, no response. I start banging on the door, wondering why they wouldn’t answer.
I called my roommates, no one picks up.
So I text. No response. In one last ditch effort, I decide to run back to my car to see if maybe the keys fell on the ground outside.
They hadn’t. There I was standing in the rain looking at my keys sitting in the driver’s seat. I ran back inside and sat outside the apartment, thinking about how my hair was too short now and I didn’t like it. Finally, one of my roommates calls me back and said they had just gone to Panera and were on their way back.
They then returned and saved my day.
All because of a stupid coupon.