My story today is short and sweet. My son was at Laser Tag. Next door, there was a cosmetology school. I didn’t know the name and don’t recall seeing it there before. I went in to ask about getting a perm.
You know… I want to start off by saying, I don’t know why I tell you these things? Who knows why I feel the necessity to vent all my rants and ravings to people I hardly know, yet… feel as if I know so intimately. It’s quite… Erotic.
Anyway, back to my story... The girl at the desk was clueless. (and keep reading as we find out that she was, if you can believe it, even MORE clueless than originally expected.)
Here is the set up. We have established I wanted to get a perm. It’s my birthday and my Bestie (tee hee LOVE Big Bang Theory!!) and I have this thing about changing it all up for your birthday.
You know... Change Your Hair, Change Your Life!
It’s pretty quiet in there. I had to wait, oh I don’t know, about a minute before someone finally came up to the counter to acknowledge my presence. I ask about pricing. The girl is like, ‘Well… I don't know how much, it depends on your hair.’
But the brochure says, $30.00… HERE... (I point)
"Well, I don't know how much." OK, so we have now completely covered that, I take the brochure home cuz I want to talk to someone who does know.
Just cuz of life drama, you know like stuffy noses and hectic schedules, I wait about two more weeks until I call… I get the Operator's screeching, “The number you have dialed has been changed.” Meanwhile, this... “???” is going on in my head as I am listening to the operator’s voice. “The NEW number is,” Oh Shit, grab a pen… “951-…….-……..” Wow! San Bernardino!
Not wanting to sound as dumb as the girl but I am stating the obvious... Did they move… because I was just there two weeks ago and I walked into a full-serve salon. And wouldn’t that girl have told me, "Hey, we are like moving, tomorrow!?"
So I shrug it off and call the number. After a very brief conversation, I hung up. Figures... they are not accepting patrons yet. Apparently they just opened. DA,M!! No perm. The school has up and moved twenty miles on me. Maybe that is why the girl looked like a deer caught in the headlights as she spoke to me... “Well I don't know...” Guess my life isn’t changing much this year!
You don’t think, I don’t know is gonna be the theme or anything?
So next I am cruising Yelp thinking maybe I can find another school. (ok, I know some of you are asking why a school. Because I am cheap, and broke! Now if you wanna judge, then hand over a coupon for a free perm (my chick costs $80+tip))
Oh Look! Here is one, right down the street from my house. GREAT! There are a lot of good reviews… but wait… aww bummer, they are ALL from students ... cept this one chick. LOL, she reviewed and said, paraphrasing here, ‘well she is good but she graduated and now I go to her house.’ OK. Now that helps!
I was thinking about emailing her to get her address. Cuz clearly now I am getting desperate!
Down at the bottom of the page, they ask if this review helped you. They have these buttons that ask, is this funny? Does this review help? Was this Cool!! Oddly, it seemed that Yelp was more concerned with getting a laugh then giving a righteous review because the question that should have been asked was “Dude, (or Ette) Is this relevant? Are you blond and should be the better question to ask?” I started to look around for the ‘WTF?’ button!
And NO… just in case you were thinking, neither of these girls had blond hair... not even a streak!!
So the moral of this story is, well I am not quite sure what it is but it would be something like, don’t judge a book by its cover. Relevant? Nope. But you get the idea! Maybe you could write a review on my blog and submit it to Yelp!!
Only I have to wonder what category you would put me in? I am not really the kind of girl that one puts in a category… unless of course, you include, PHore! IF you know what I mean! ; >
