Here's a PSA to our comrades in the world of budget haircuts: you might want to avoid Jean Louis David, unless you're completely masochistic. A bleeding reader reports on the horror:

I just went for a lunchtime trim at Jean Louis David (located at 10 E. 42nd Street). If I had read my horoscope or received a fortune cookie this morning it most likely would have read something like:

Do not get your hair cut in a place without scissors.

After the "stylist" took the trimmer (used to trim boys' hair, mind you) to my locks, I became a bit scared. Where are the scissors? What's going to happen to my hair? As I shut my eyes so the lady could trim my bangs, I became less worried about my hair and more about vision as a stinging sensation shot through my eyelid. THE CRACKPOT BITCH CUT ME! God only knows what would have happened if this woman was armed with scissors!

Suddenly the Supercuts on St. Marks is looking really awesome right now.