It was the one that's in the same complex as Larry's Market, and I don't remember the name of the stylist, but it wasn't Sun.
Keep 2 things in mind here - My hair was well below my shoulders when I went in, and I asked for 3 inches off and clean up the layers, which should have had my hair brushing my shoulders and layers up to my chin. Also, I wear glasses, so I couldn't see what was going on while my hair was hacked at. My only inkling that something was wrong was that it was taking a while and there seemed to be a lot of hair on the floor.
It gets to the end of the cut, and the stylist is trying to finish me up. She spins me around to face the mirror but she brushed back the hair on the top of my head and was holding it there. I try to pull it down and she quickly parts it on the side. I tell her I always wear it in a center part and flip it over.
The right side is 2 inches shorter than the left, and the left side and back are still a good inch shorter than I wanted in the first place. The stylist is trying to tell me it looks cute and get me out of there (this is actually what pisses me off the most about the whole thing). I loudly point out the difference in length, and that I want it fixed and I want someone else to do it.
Someone else comes over to fix my hair and she is saying "Oh, she just lost her point, it could happen to anyone" and that my hair was thicker on one side of my head so it only seemed like it was different. She cuts even more hair off.
At this point it comes out that the first person cutting my hair was using a technique she learned THE DAY BEFORE and I was her damn guinea pig. Her unsupervised guinea pig.
The second stylist then styles my hair with a slightly off center zigzag part, gives me some hair gel or something and I get the hell out of there. By now I'm bordering on hysterical and thinking maybe it isn't so bad. I get home and brush out the style, which it turns out was done to hide that my hair was STILL crooked and longer on one side. My hair looked like a cross between a mullet and a shag, and there were all these little bits all over that hadn't gotten cut or something - it was completely not blended. Plus even at the longest it was about 3 inches shorter than I like to wear my hair. It looked so bad that I would not have been able to go to work. A blind man with garden shears could have cut my hair better.
I started bawling, and then called Vain because I'd remembered seeing people here recommend them. They were able to get me in a half hour later.
The girl I saw there was awesome. She had to cut off a ton more hair to fix the damage, and I lost what little length I had left in the back. That's ok though - it looks cool and it'll grow out well, I just have to get used to having short hair.
I just can't believe that what essentially should have been a trim would up with me losing about 8 inches of hair. That's why I'm telling everyone I know to never, ever go to Hair Masters.
Everyone should go to Vain. Fixing this mess has earned them my undying loyalty.