I decided to break up this delightful client's experience into two parts. I think that she earned it...
So a few hours go by and sure enough this lady who is on four different mood stabilizers comes back into the shop. I can hardly contain my excitement as I quickly notice that she has company.
This woman has a teen aged, loud mouthed, arrogant daughter.
I'm actually still baffled at how this woman could really care for another being.
So I sit this lady back in my chair and asked her "What were you thinking of for your hair? I was told that you wanted to go a lot shorter."
She replies "I want it all gone, so it is almost buzzed up the back."
Wonderful.
I start cutting her hair as she informally introduces me to her daughter who is obnoxiously smacking her gum and chewing it like a horse.
Everything seems to be fine, almost as if this daughter made the mother sane. That or perhaps she took some medication before she came back out.
Her daughter starts asking the most pointless questions just to irritate the mother for the next twenty minutes like
"weren't you just here?"
"why are you getting your hair cut again?"
"do you have any cigarettes?"
"why can't I have ice cream?"
"why are were here?"
The daughter finally leaves to get her eyebrows waxed after taking $40 out of her mothers wallet.
Her mom continues to pass in and out of consciousness while tilting her head forward only to snap it back, making my job incredibly irritating...
Sure enough her daughter comes back with literally her entire upper face red and splotchy from this eyebrow waxing that I literally had to bite my lip from howling.
The mother didn't seem to notice the daughters botched up wax job nor the fact that her daughter swiped forty dollars out of her wallet for this.
I finally finished up the cut and the lady had a few minor outbursts towards her daughter telling her to "shut up" several times because she wouldn't get her ice cream... who eats ice cream while getting their hair cut?
That is just strange to me.
When I finished this lady's hair cut I showed her the "almost buzzed" back of her hair and prayed to god that I wouldn't have to deal with ever her again.
She thanked me, then started to make her way out of the salon as the duo bitched at each other very loudly like a pair of teenagers.
Second time wasn't as bad as the first.
She was still a treat though.
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