No Sub-Price For The Sub-Continent

, | Liverpool, England, UK | Crazy Requests, Money

(I’m having my eyebrows threaded at a beauty stand I frequent in the middle of the main thoroughfare of our local shopping mall. The business is owned and run by an Asian family, and they offer very competitive prices. They also offer threading for other facial hair. While I’m there, there are two technicians, both young Asian ladies. An older Asian man approaches Technician #1, who is working on my eyebrows, while Technician #2 is having a conversation with someone on the phone in her native language.

Man: “How much is it to have my whole face done?”

Technician #1: “£22.”.

Man: “I’m Indian.”

Technician #1: “Yes. £22.”

Man: “What? Even for a fellow Indian?”

(At this point, Technician #2 puts the phone down, and says something to Technician #1 in their language. The Indian man waits, expectantly. She addresses him in English.)

Technician #2: “We’re from Pakistan. £22.”

(The man glares and stalks off, before the two technicians burst into laughter. I ask what I’ve missed.)

Technician #1: “We’re Indian.”

Technician #2: “We always get these older guys trying to haggle us down ‘because we’re all Indian.’ India’s a big place, and we have a business to run!”

Bigots And Sexists On Line One

| Berkeley, CA, USA | Bad Behavior, Bigotry, Theme Of The Month

(My family owns a private facial studio. The recorded message for voicemail where customers leave messages about appointments says that we will return your call within the hour. In this particular case, a message was left at one in the morning, so I call back as soon as I open.)

Caller: *answers phone groggily* “H-hello?”

Me: “Oh, I’m sorry, did I wake you up?”

Caller: “Yeah, you did. F*** you and goodbye.”

Me: *taken aback* “Well, this is [name] from [facial studio], and I’m returning your call about an appointment.”

Caller: “About time, b****. It’s been hours.”

Me: “Haha, well, you did call at one in the morning.”

Caller: “So?”

Me: “So not only was I fast asleep, I wasn’t even at the studio.”

Caller: “Well, you should have been. The only reason women like you work is to serve men like me.”

Me: *irritated* “Oh really? What do you do?”

Caller: “I’m a plumber. I do all the hard work that pansies like you can’t deal with, so when I want a treat, I expect every b**** to get ready for me.”

Me: “I’m sorry about that, sir.”

Caller: “Eh? Sorry?”

Me: “I only work with polite customers.”

(I could hear his yells and swearing as I hung up the phone.)

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At Least We Know Her Natural Color

| New Hampshire, USA | Rude & Risque

(One of our stylists has just been fired, so one of her clients books with me for the first time. She is approximately 65 years old and uses a walker.)

Me: “Hi! I’m [name], I’ll be taking care of you for your color today!”

Client: “Hi, sweetie. Sorry, I’m a little slow. I just had a hip replacement.”

(She stops dead in the middle of the busy salon, and without warning pulls down her pants. Apparently, she chose to go commando that day.)

Client: “Look at this scar they gave me! It’s only a few months old.”

Me: “Oh, that looks…uh…terrible. Why don’t you just have a seat and I’ll show you some color options…”

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