At the Salon..

Everytime I hear the SMS tone on my phone, I start guessing who could have sent it even before I open the message. Most of the times, my guess goes for a toss as most of them from my Phone company. This is one of the reasons why I stopped checking my messages and also guessing ( Who wants to be wrong, anyway).

This was the day when I really got bored to death and I got an SMS from a Salon ( apparently, I dropped my number there during one of the visits). It's the first anniversary of the salon and they are offering a 50% discount!! My eyes lit up. Though my guess was still wrong.

I went to the salon. I made a list of things that I wanted to get done ( Read: Pampered). At the back of my mind without my knowledge I began calculating the amount that I would save if I get all the things done ( the ones I won't consider doing if there's no discount).

I met a gentleman at the reception. I felt too awkward to ask a guy for the services they provide. He somehow understood what I thought and directed me to the sofa and asked me to wait for 5 mins.

I sat down on the sofa, beside an uncle who is almost double my age and I don't see a reason why he was there. There was a girl sitting next to him. I was already beginning to get frustrated. 5 mins went on to 10 mins and 15.

Now, 4 ladies entered the salon. They looked very confused. I thought probably they too are the victims of the SMS roll. They were directed to the same sofa like I was. They stood there reckoning at the guy, poor guy had to get up and go stand there, because it's LADIES. Even if they come late they have the right to ask any guy to get up from their seats. This is applicable to the local buses as well. I never seem to understand it though.

After 25 mins, a not so pleasing lady approached me and the look on her face was as though she is ready to slaughter me. I followed her silently into a room.

She left me inside the room closed it from outside and didn't return for 10 mins. Not knowing if I should change or wait for her to get me a dress I sat there on a small bed like table. The room was very pleasant looking.

She came back and asked why didn't I change yet. She reminded me of my school principal for a moment. I said this dress is shabby, get me another. She left murmuring something. She got me something like a skirt. Very stupid shapeless garment. I wore it.

She asked me to lie down on the bed and asked if I wanted the A/C on. I said, hey comeon..why do u have to do all this to wax my arms? She didn't seem to like me at all. She started singing some songs just as to ignore me. My mind started it's own thought process "I am never gonna come back to this salon or tip this woman. Should I complain to her manager or complain on their website?..Umm..why should I spoil her career..hey but I am paying them. Probably, she fought with her husband. But hey, she touches women all day..what if her sexual orientation changes? OMG!! Is she trying to do something like that to me now?

Oh no..I am thinking a lot!! It's her job..but I am not tipping her. She got me back from dreams by pulling the last strip of wax.. Ouch..will u please...I said. She started singing again. She did a bad job I must say. I cancelled everything from the list. I don't wanna pay 50% of the price for a bad job instead I would pay 100% at a nice place.

I left the place in agony and disappointment and paid for the service. This part was mindblowing, it was lesser than what I thought..Atlast, I found a reason to smile. I left the place, I didn't complain nor did I tip!