I understand OP completely, I HATE going to hairdressers with a passion. For a start there's the chitter chatter, I've explained over and over that I prefer to just think, but the minute I get sat in that seat, it's 'have you planned your holidays'?
Then the hair......I have a bob, it's easiest for me to manage, 'no I don't want a choppy one with layers', I say, so what does she do? Yup, choppy layers! 'No please don't make it short at the back, into a longer front, I've got a low hair line and it ends up looking like pubic hair on my neck' I plead, so pubic hair it is. In the end I curse under my breath, and say prayers whilst determined it's the last time........until the next time.....deep sighs!