I hate it.
I hate it takes so long.
I hate the chatter, the judgement ("what have you been washing your hair with?" "who on earth cut it last time?"), the excessive touching, the upselling.
I had an experience with a male hairdresser who kept me from 5pm until 8.30pm, alone, locked in his saloon, for what turned out to be a dry cut. Which looked shit, btw but he spent those 3.5 hours getting off on the fact I was stuck.
I've also has an experience with a hairdresser with long nails who had taken against my choice of school for my child and, after she'd brought it up, then gave up on using a brush or comb and only used her fingernails. My scalp was bleeding for days.
I'm not fussy at all, my hair is dead straight and my only instruction is to keep it long enough I can tie it back but they can layer it or do whatever they want with it. And I don't want a drink, I just want a selection of magazines, no talk - should be easy.
However I have now trained up DD who can just about cut a straight line all around the bottom and I'm going to stick with that.