I Had a Big Plan

I had a big plan about how I wanted my hair cut. I told her how I wanted the front, the back, the sides. I was quite specific. Wet, I could not see what she was doing. She is the hairdresser, so I paid her. I was polite. I gave her a tip. Silly considering, I have the exact haircut I did not want. The “boy” haircut, the one I hate the most. The one all women seem to get when they are over sixty. The one that says I have no pride anymore. I do not care if I look boy-like. That one. I gave her a tip? What is wrong with me?