I work in a salon. We get a lot of people with somewhat skewed priorities, but this one was just bizarre.
This afternoon, an absolutely stunning woman came into the salon for a manicure and pedicure. From the moment I greeted her, I knew something was weird. She was really short with everyone and kind of, well, bitchy. Our pedicure room is downstairs at our salon next to a small room we use as a break room. While she was getting her services, I was in the break room with another girl eating lunch. A few minutes passed and the stylist working on this girl came rushing into the break room and poured a glass of water. When I asked her what was wrong, she said that her client had gone all white and was sweating. I rushed out to check on the girl, and asked if she was okay.
She proceeded to puke her guts out into our tiny wicker wastebasket.
The two stylists rushed into action, cleaning up after her and making sure she was comfortable and okay. She continued to vomit every few minutes, and cry about how awful she felt. She also apologized profusely for being sick. We thought she’d want to reschedule her appointment and go home. Guess what? She wanted to continue! She said she still needed her manicure and pedicure no matter what! The poor nail technician had to work on this lady’s hands and feet while the lady periodically puked into a plastic bag. Ugh. I hope it was worth it for her. It was sure worth it for the nail tech. The sick lady tipped her $50!
Hmmm. I think this one could use a TMI warning.
Anyway, at least I remember now that I do need a manicure and a pedicure.
I’ve had one manicure in my entire life - because my best friend insisted when I was her maid of honour - and I spent the whole time freaking out completely. I just have this aversion to nail filing, I don’t know why but it gives me the creeps.
As for pedicures, I can’t imagine something I see less purpose in.
For what? It’s not like I discussed the contents of the lady’s stomach. 