How does an unemployed person like myself manage to get a 2 hr long haircut on Newbury St? By being the guinea pig of a hair student learning to do layers. I’ve always been afraid of layers after a friend’s Super Cuts nightmare. It looks OK tho, just really shorter. Like 1/2 is gone. The instructor cut in here and there (I just made a pun! ha) and had a field day. I don’t think he was really looking at how much he was cutting off. Doesn’t look bad, but I can’t pull it back now. Falls in my face. He was a nice guy, but if he’d have called me “sweetie” or “cute” one more time, I’d have kicked him (while he wasn’t holding scissors, of course).