So, in between my MRI and my neurosurgeon appt, I decided to dash over to the mall and get my hair cut. It's 2pm on a Monday, I have plenty of time, what harm?
I walk into El Cheapo hair cutty place. There's a man in one of the chairs with the cape and a half cut look about him. The stylist is talking product with a woman.... okay. She finishes, and gives me a rather... unfriendly look. I told her I wanted go get a cut. She tells me there's a 15 minute wait. Walk around and come back.
Uh... k.
I went to take a peek at the formal dresses next door, and a perusal of the small bit of shoes in my size at Payless. I go back, and take a seat in the little waiting area, with the style magazines.
"We're not ready for you yet."
Blink blink. "Okay."
Another stylist comes in, and the person in front of me is sent back. A guy comes in, trying to get bumped up. She pretty much railroads him, saying there's three people in front of him, and a 45 minute wait. He tries again, and you could feel the waves of frosty. Not that I mind, being the person who would be bumped.
She turned to me. "You can go on back."
"Back?"
"To the hair washing station."
"I just want to get a cut."
"I still need to wet it down and get conditioner through it."
"I just want a cut. Everyone's always just taken a spray bottle to wet it down, and cut it."
"I've been here a year, and I've never done it any other way. It's too long. It'll only by $15.99."
"Are you saying you won't cut my hair without that?"
"No.., but.."
I'm not going to pay extra for something that no one else has ever had to do. Being cranky is one thing. Wanting to subject me to those hair washing sinks (hard lip right on my scar? Um.. no.) is another. Charging for it, and being cranky is another. So I left. Too bad that guy had already left.
So, who was in the wrong?
I walk into El Cheapo hair cutty place. There's a man in one of the chairs with the cape and a half cut look about him. The stylist is talking product with a woman.... okay. She finishes, and gives me a rather... unfriendly look. I told her I wanted go get a cut. She tells me there's a 15 minute wait. Walk around and come back.
Uh... k.
I went to take a peek at the formal dresses next door, and a perusal of the small bit of shoes in my size at Payless. I go back, and take a seat in the little waiting area, with the style magazines.
"We're not ready for you yet."
Blink blink. "Okay."
Another stylist comes in, and the person in front of me is sent back. A guy comes in, trying to get bumped up. She pretty much railroads him, saying there's three people in front of him, and a 45 minute wait. He tries again, and you could feel the waves of frosty. Not that I mind, being the person who would be bumped.
She turned to me. "You can go on back."
"Back?"
"To the hair washing station."
"I just want to get a cut."
"I still need to wet it down and get conditioner through it."
"I just want a cut. Everyone's always just taken a spray bottle to wet it down, and cut it."
"I've been here a year, and I've never done it any other way. It's too long. It'll only by $15.99."
"Are you saying you won't cut my hair without that?"
"No.., but.."
I'm not going to pay extra for something that no one else has ever had to do. Being cranky is one thing. Wanting to subject me to those hair washing sinks (hard lip right on my scar? Um.. no.) is another. Charging for it, and being cranky is another. So I left. Too bad that guy had already left.
So, who was in the wrong?
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