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Monday, July 02, 2007

At least I had cake.

Once upon a time, approximately yesterday, a young woman in a pink track suit began her first day at work at a beauty salon. It was all going well until just around lunch time, a customer came in for a hair cut. The customer said hello, and she had brought along a friend and asked her for a little trim. The lady nodded, sat the customer down, and broke out the scissors.

After a few minutes of snipping, the customer resembled what happens to barbie dolls when bad little girls play with scissors. Or maybe weed-whackers.

And the customer called Hemmie (who was out walking Bebeface) and the customer called HF, and the customer called Daddy, and the customer has to admit she even cried, but she couldn't help it, it was just that bad. (She had just come in for a trim, not to have her head chopped in to a sideways mullet)

And after a bit of discussion two things were concluded:

1. The pink track suit lady, although nice, was not actually a trained beautician of any sort, and lied to get the job.
2. The salon would pay for the customer to get her hair fixed somewhere else.

And then the customer went home, hopped into a car and sat through an hour of Dubai traffic to wait an hour and a half for a turn in a very busy, very nice salon, and then told her sob story to the old beautician (whose name was Hermie) who looked through her glasses (which were hung on a string around her neck) at the customer and said, "Oh my God, what was she doing...?"

And there was much snippage, and much concentration, and much more snippage to even out the damage, and Hermie finally brushed and blow-dried the customer off and pronounced it a success, at least what was left of it anyway.

Sigh.

Ok, so there were some high points in this misadventure. Hemmie not only provided free babysitting, but also much needed emotional support throughout the ordeal. And HF left his office work to magically appear with cake and hugs. And Daddy did the drive to Dubai, the two hour wait with Khalid, and then the drive back.

By Zeba The End.

4 Comments:

At 2/7/07 10:17 AM, Anonymous hemlock said...

LOL! see! this made for a brilliant read... im SO sorry love... for everything...
on the upside though, Hermie is REALLY nice... and i dont know why you had the two hour wait considering WE CALLED THEM AND BOOKED THE TIME!
UFFA! girl. you need to learn to fight. like HF believes I can. :)
im dying to see the hair though. or what's left of it.
and im so so so sorry about the whole thing. look. having very short hair is BETTER than having very long bright orange hair that makes you look malnurished.
i love you :D
when can i have bebeface again?

 
At 3/7/07 9:07 PM, Blogger Aysh said...

OH MY!!! That must have been really scary!! If she wasn't really a beautician, I wonder what she really was...

So are you getting used to it now... somewhat 'I think I can live with this look'?:)

 
At 4/7/07 11:21 AM, Blogger Abez said...

Hemmie: >>>hugs<<< Trust me, orange hair is better than very little of it! We'll try to be down on Friday InshaAllah, and would love to see you then.

Aysh: You know, I always thought I was a flexible and resilient person, and I try to accomodate change- but I am SO not liking this hairdo. I'm just going to wear bandanas for a year till it grows in :(

 
At 4/7/07 10:46 PM, Anonymous Faiza said...

oh my, u had quite some locks, i cant believe how someone could even accidently chop em off so much. i haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate these untrained "beauticians"

 

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