Yesterday, I went to get a haircut and have my eyebrows done. Both were getting a bit out of control. In a fit of madness, I made an appointment at the local beauty college, thinking that since I had a good experience with a facial at the one in Fort Worth, the Dallas one might be good too, huh?
An hour and a half bad haircut later, (one that involved razoring my hair with a blade so dull that spoons would go, “Dude, seriously?”) I went off to get my brow wax.
Turns out that even though you SAY “eyebrow wax” and it’s written on the paper as such, it can sometimes get confused with CHIN wax.
She put that warm wax on my chin and I damn near jumped off the bed and beat her with the tiny wooden stick. But I didn’t. It’s just a mistake, right?
Know something funny that I learned? When you put wax on something, you pretty much just have to RIP it off to get it off of whatever you put it on. Yup, no wiping, no removal with special tonics, just RIP THAT PUPPY OFF.
And yet, I still tipped them both.
I’m still in a mood.
And probably on my way to growing that goatee. (Anyone who says I already had one will be promptly SET ONE FIRE.)
Gimmee horrible salon stories. Let’s commiserate.