Can’t Quite Nail The Timing

, , , , , | Right | November 6, 2019

(I’m waiting for my turn at the nail spa when a group of women comes in and approaches the front desk. Only one woman in the group speaks to the nail tech, but the whole group is crowding the desk.)

Woman: “Hi! We all want gel fills.” 

Nail Tech: “Okay, there’s one person in front of you. Please put your name down and come back in 35 minutes.” 

Woman: “So, come back at 10:30?” 

Nail Tech: “It’s 10:10 right now.” 

Woman: “So, come back at 10:30?” 

Nail Tech: “I said to come back in 35 minutes…” 

Woman: “Just give me a time, g**d*** it!” 

Nail Tech: *clearly fed up* “Please come back at 11.” 

Woman: “Well, thank you. That wasn’t so hard after all, was it?” 

(The woman flounced out with her group in tow. She still hadn’t arrived for her appointment when I left at 11:20.)

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Terrible Twos Meets The Terrifying Tans

, , , , , | Right | November 6, 2019

(A woman comes into our tanning salon with her newborn baby, and wants to take her into the room while she tans.)

Customer: “But she’s asleep. It won’t hurt her eyes.”

Me: “No, ma’am. We still can’t let you take her in there.”

(Yeah, let’s give your infant skin cancer.)

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This Salon Has Very Bad Reception, Part 2

, , , , , , | Working | August 14, 2019

(A few months after I move, I decide to get a haircut at a salon in a nearby mall. I get to the salon about five minutes early for my appointment and check in with the receptionist, who tells me my hair stylist will be with me in a few minutes. As I’m sitting in the waiting area I notice that all of the chairs are empty, and the hair stylists are all standing around chatting at the back of the salon. Ten minutes after my appointment was supposed to be, I start to get antsy and think about reminding the receptionist I’m here when my cell phone rings.)

Me: “Hello?”

Receptionist: “Hi, I’m calling from [Salon] because we had you booked for an appointment at two. Are you on your way?”

Me: *looking right at the receptionist, who can clearly see me from the desk* “Actually, I’m here now; I’ve been waiting for fifteen minutes.”

Receptionist: “Oh! You know, you’re supposed to check in when you get here so I can tell your stylist to get ready for you.”

Me: “I did check in. You told me she’d be with me in a few minutes. Like I said, I’ve been waiting on her for fifteen minutes. Plus, I had to pass the desk to get to the waiting area, so you would have seen me come in even if I forgot to check in.”

Receptionist: “Okay, well, I’m going to tell the stylist you’re here, but your appointment might go longer than usual because you’re late.”

(She did get up and tell the stylist I was there, who came and got me into a chair immediately. The stylist apologized and said she’d seen me waiting but she didn’t realize I was there for her.)

This Salon Has Very Bad Reception

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Not Your Regular Kind Of Meltdown

, , , , | Right | August 6, 2019

(I have been touching up a regular’s roots. Her hair has just been washed and I’m about to dry and style it.)

Regular: “That’s awful. You f***** it up!”

Me: “Actually, it only looks like that because it’s wet and hasn’t been treated it yet. Once it’s dried, it will look right.”

Regular: “No, you f***ed it up. You’re a penis. PENIS!”

(She then runs out of the salon, breathes on the window, and draws a penis in the condensation. She then runs off, in the middle of winter, with soaking wet hair. Three months later, she comes back to make another touchup appointment. The owner, not really remembering her by face, checks to see if I have, in fact, done her hair previously. I quickly remind him.)

Owner: “Oh, yes, you’re the penis woman.”

Regular: *blushing* “Yeah… Sorry about that.”

Owner: “What on earth was the problem? [My Name] says you’ve been coming here for years.”

Regular: *speaking very fast* “Well, my granny decided my mobile was making me a lesbian, and I’d just broken up with my boyfriend after he decided to cut his hair short. She threw my phone out of her bedroom window and locked me in her flat with her twelve black cats and one hairless one. I had to get the police, but my phone was f*****. She’s in a home now and her cats are dead. She’s just a crazy old b****. So, when I was here last time, I didn’t have my phone, and I guess I hadn’t really looked at what my hair looks like before it is done.”

Owner & Me: “…”

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Unfiltered Story #156849

, , | Unfiltered | July 5, 2019

(I was out with my grandmother getting a manicure at a Nail Salon. While she was drying her nails, I noticed a rude woman next to me, also getting a manicure.)
Woman: Um, excuse me, but could you please put stripes on them. Turquoise ones…no pink!
(The woman then whipped out her phone and began pointing to a picture)
Woman: Could you make it look like THIS PICTURE?
(The poor employee nodded and called over another employee to get some new colors. As the poor girl began to paint her nails, the woman glanced over at my nails. I was getting gold nails, with little American flags painted on them.)
Woman: Actually…can I get what she is getting? Maybe gold stripes WITH pink and turquoise!?
(The employee nodded, and removed the paint on her nails. I then gave the girl a small smile. She then chuckled and returned to painting. The woman looked at my nails again.)
Woman: Oh my goodness! She is going to be so jealous!
(I then rolled my eyes and ignored her for the rest of the time.