It turns this:
So that your only choice is to stomp in the Pepper tree hair salon waving around some inspiration pictures.
And then after you walk out (completely forgetting to tip, which leads to severe guilt later on in the day.) You have a little something like this.
Then, as you walk towards the library, with that little ‘new hair cut strut’ in your step, some old guy calls out, “Hey Sweetheart”.
See what I mean kids? Using Garnier hair dye leads to getting hit on by weird old dudes. (Okay, I am seriously hoping that he meant sweetheart in the, “Oh, she reminds me of my grandaughter” way rather than the …ew factor. Let’s not finish that thought.)