This Esthetician Raises Some Eyebrows… Or Was It Lashes?
French is not my first language; however, I am certain that the events in this story are not the result of a language barrier because I am confident in the distinction between “cils” (eyelashes) and “sourcils” (eyebrows). Additionally, this is not the first time I’ve visited a salon in France. I know it takes a special certification to do eyelash tinting, even in my country, so I always call ahead to make sure they have someone who can do it that day.
Me: “Hi. I just wanted to ask if you have someone who can do eyelash tinting today.”
Employee: “Yes, we do.”
Me: “Until what time?”
Employee: “Until seven pm.”
I go into the salon with my friend that afternoon.
Me: “Hi. I’d like to get an eyelash tint and a bikini wax, please.”
Employee: “Eyebrow tint?”
Me: “No, just eyelashes, please.”
I point at my lashes.
Employee: *Concerned* “Oh, was it you who called a little while ago?”
Me: “Yes, that was me.”
Employee: “I thought you said eyebrows. I’m not sure we have someone who can do lashes, but I will find out for you.”
My friend and I sit down until the first employee comes back with someone else after about ten minutes.
Employee: “It turns out we can do a tint for you today.”
Esthetician: “Did you just want your eyebrows done?”
Me: “No, not eyebrows. Just eyelashes, please.”
Esthetician: “Oh, okay. What colour would you like?”
Me: “Blue-black, if you have it.”
They both look confused, so I tell them that black is fine, too. A few minutes later, they take my friend in for a facial, and they finally call me back another forty-five minutes after that. As I am lying down on the table:
Esthetician: “Would you like your eyebrows tinted, as well?”
Me: “No, just eyelashes, please.”
Esthetician: “What colour would you like?”
Me: “Blue-black, if possible.”
Esthetician: “I don’t think I have that. Do you want me to add some brown to it?”
Me: “No, just black is fine, thank you.”
She starts applying a clear gel to my eyebrows and tells me it’s to protect them. It’s a little abnormal, but I can see it’s not dye so I let her continue. She asks me to close my eyes and begins applying something to my eyebrows again.
Me: “Is that still to protect them?”
Esthetician: “No, this is the colour.”
Me: “No, I wanted an eyelash tint! Just eyelashes!”
Esthetician: *Wiping the dye off* “Oh, good thing you said something. I asked you when you came in if you wanted eyebrows and you said yes.”
Me: “No, I said no. Just eyelashes.”
She leaves the room “to look for something” and comes back with more dye, telling me it turns out she does have blue. She finally applies the dye to my eyelashes.
Esthetician: “Is the wax for a half-leg?”
Me: “No, it’s a bikini wax.”
Esthetician: “Then why didn’t you take your pants off?”
Me: “I thought we were just going to start with the tint.”
Esthetician: “If we do them at the same time, we can be done sooner.”
This is extremely weird because when the dye is on your eyelashes, you can’t move your eyelids for risk of getting it in your eyes and burning them. Nevertheless, while my eyes are closed, my lashes are covered in dye, and I’m lying down on the table, she has me remove my pants and put on the disposable paper underwear. Then, she does a bikini wax while I am trying hard to keep my eyes completely closed. When everything is finished and the dye is removed, she comments on the colour of my lashes.
Esthetician: “Wow, that actually looks really good! I never thought to put blue in the dye before.”
It was definitely one of the weirdest salon visits of my life. My friend said in the other room, they did a facial and pedicure on her at the same time while she was completely lying down.