My rage is burning with the heat of a thousand curling irons - no, wait, I’m not really that worked up about this. Just a little miffed, and a little humiliated.
Some back story - I went to a couple of fancier hair salons in my neighbourhood to talk to the hair-doin’ ladies about getting my hair done for my wedding next month, and to figure out timing for hair cuts, dying, etc.
First off, you walk in the door, and there is this whole “walking on a stage with everyone watching” atmosphere at these places; everyone looks up, all the beautiful people with their perfect hair and makeup give you the once over, and you have time to reflect on your hair, makeup, and clothing (needs washing, none, and office casual with Adidas runners) as you walk over to the receptionist. Then you get the big fake grin, and a “what can we possibly do for someone who needs our services as badly as you obviously do?” (paraphrasing, of course)
“Well,” I stammer, “I’m looking to talk to someone about getting weddding hair stuff done next month.”
“Oh - well, Latrina here could talk to you - Latrina dear - are you busy?”
“I was wondering about prices for services here, too”
{temperature in room drops noticeably}
“Oh. You see, the kind of people we tolerate here don’t have to ask about prices.” (paraphrasing again)“Here is our price list.” (conveniently displayed on a tiny little card hidden behind a beautiful floral arrangement)
“$50 for a hair cut?!? $60 and up for an up-do?” (paraphrasing again - it may have come out sounding more like “Oh, thank you.”)
“So, should we book you in for your consultation ($35), your hair cut ($50), your makeup ($45), your manicure ($26), and your up-do ($60 plus)?”
“Umm, I’m just looking for some information right now. I’ll let you know about making the bookings.”
Followed by me running out the door with visions of the lovely ladies having a good laugh as the door closes behind me.
“Peasant.”
“Bougeois scum.”
“Off-the-rack clothes wearer.”
I’m doomed to a lifetime of cheap haircuts at First Choice Haircutters because these tony salons just intimidate me, and then I get mad cause I feel intimidated, then I feel indignant at their prices, then I just go home and have some chocolate and a nap.
(Please, don’t waste a response on telling me how lucky I am that these prices are so low. It’s the principle of the thing, you know?)