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The smell of paint and shampoo, a phone in your hands and a small request - “just a little shorter, a centimeter.” The feeling that there is a skilled professional nearby, trust like an invisible veil: you can relax and scroll through your feed. The salon is like a small stage where a simple act of renewal is expected - a new length, a fresh color, a small victory over the gray everyday life.

The mirror suddenly revealed a surprise in the genre of absurd tragicomedy: instead of a slight adjustment, it was cut in half and dyed as if the hair had embarked on a career of its own. Some kind of comical monster in the reflection, and a polite request turned into swearing and distrust. The dialogue between the client and the stylist is a short play of misunderstanding, where a calm tone clashes with the arrogance of the bill and the demand for payment for someone else's mistake.

The conflict flares up quickly and becomes almost caricatured: pain, indignation, impulsive rebuff, and the desire to console oneself with coffee and chocolate - the good old remedies for a bad haircut. The whole scene reeks of irony and light drama, like a diary entry marked “sometimes the world breaks down by centimeters.” And somewhere between anger and laughter, there remains the warmth of the thought that the world will continue to turn, and the next day, the hair trick can be remembered as an episode - unpleasant, but already with a touch of absurdity.