I woke up.
The lil’wrekker expresses a desire to go to the nail salon.
She gets her way by telling me how bad MY nails look.
Yep. She’s working me. She is a master at that.
I consider saying no. But my back brain says, “you’ll be sorry”
So we go.
We get to the salon. Chaos, vietnamese screeching, and hyperactive running around. Along with the smell of spilled nail polish and other various chemicals wafting thru the air. Then a nice smell of udon noodles floats by. Dang. I’m hungry.
It seems the nail salon had been robbed during the night. Four police were trying work out what happened. They weren’t having much luck. The head Vietnamese woman was taking names and telling everyone they would open as soon as they cleaned up alittle. No worries.
I leaned on the car and pondered.
I’m not sure how this can happen. I’m fixin’ to say so to the lil’wrekker when she chimes in…“were not leaving”
The head woman was calling some name. I’ve heard this guy’s name before. He was always at the salon. He was a porter or janitor or something.
Another salon employee says he’s not here yet. They proceed to call. All 5 woman. All at once. “That’s not gonna work”, I say out loud.
The head lady sends another to go to his house and tell him to get there.
So…on with the story. The police figure out no money was left overnight, it seems the robbers just trashed the place. The police are getting ready to leave. Employees are clearing the mess out faster than I thought was possible.
A couple of customers are already in chairs. The lil’wrekker and I are high on the list. I determined we won’t wait too long.
Then the other shoe fell.
The vietnamese employee comes screeching in the parking lot. Jumps out and is screaming, I mean really screaming. Something is obviously wrong. She’s crying and talking very fast. Of course, in vietnamese.
Now all but one employee is crying and carrying on. The one who isn’t is an African American. She apparently doesn’t understand what they are going on about.
I give the lil’wrekker a look. She sets her heels. We won’t be leaving.
Anyway. We finally get that the missing janitor guy was found dead in his house.
Good thing the police were there. Now they really have detective type work to do.
So the chaotic mess all leaves to go to this guy’s house. The AA woman and one employee doing pedicures are all that’s left at the salon.
We wait…
And wait…
And wait some more.
That nice smell of noodles is killing me.
The vietnamese Noodle shop next door is run by the same family.
I gotta eat. I told the lil’wrekker I’m going for noodles.
Well. You can imagine. That place is utter chaos as well.
Come to find out the dead guy was instrumental in getting that place up and running every morning.
Dammit. He’s really gonna be missed.
I got my noodles. They had a faint flavor of acetone. I didn’t care.
And my favorite red polish was allover one wall. I had to choose another color.
Finally, the lil’wrekker said we could leave.
After I paid.
The head woman already had a coffee can by the door for funeral expense donations. I dropped a twenty in it. It was surprisingly full by 1 o’clock.
If you want my black cloud to rain on your parade let me know. I’ll see what I can do.
lots of Sunshine for you Mikey.