One gal that worked for me had a dye job disaster.
It came out candy apple red. Bright red.
I tried for half the day to not say anything till she looked me in the eye and said “Red, I SCREWED UP! You can look at my hair. You can laugh. And my husband is not happy.”
It takes a rather monumental event for me to notice any woman’s hair except for my wife’s.
Lol!
I have a teen who did the red dye job on purpose.