I remember my friend once told me about the quick haircut service, QB, and that the acronym stands for “Quite Bad”.
Of course she was kidding but I mean it makes sense. The idea is “Just Cut in 10 Minutes”. How elaborate or careful can the hairdresser be when he has to whip up his entire beauty school training in just 10 minutes?
On Monday I had a perfect subject for my little experiment. The boyfriend, who hasn’t had a hair cut for a good few months, was slowing turning into a Beatle with his floppy bob it was getting very annoying so I took him to the one at MRT Sukhumvit. And for a man who hates spending more than half an hour sitting still doing nothing, i.e. in a salon, QB was a perfect solution.
QB looks more like a photo sticker booth than a salon. No, it looks more like a public toilet, the ones found on the sidewalk on Ratchadamri, than a salon. In the middle of the cubicle stands a chair, facing a wall with mirrors and shelves storing equipment.
The funniest thing is, you’re asked to insert a B100 note into a vending machine, which in turn will give you a queue ticket. But why the vending machine? It’s not like a mini robotic hairdresser is gonna come out from a slot. The hairdresser is right there, sometimes he’s even the one putting your note into the machine.
Then you sit in the cubicle, tell the guy how you want your hair done, how short how long, bangs or no bangs, shaver or no shaver, and then close your eyes and hope for the best.
After 10 minutes (well a little more because we made a lot of changes), the boyfriend came out looking like a 15-year-old ror dor student. Well it’s either that or a Dong Bang Shin Ki drag shag as the guy seemed to be aiming for before we started making comments.
The service is great for men, but I saw a girl waiting in line for a service also so I don’t know how they manage it. Because like they say, it’s just cut, no washing, no coloring, no blow drying, and definitely no styling. What is the damn point for a girl to even set foot in there?
Maybe it’s QB for the girls.
