i can�t believe i wasted a whole day!!

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   I was looking for a new beautician that does hair extensions.  I had been interviewing quite a few over the phone in the past few days..I did a thorough search on the internet, When i ran across this one young lady whom i thought "Finally, my hair problem is solved." She said she did her own hair. When i noticed, at first, when we began to speak, she didn't come across as a very "professional person".   I thought, what the heck, that's just personality, it sounds like she knows her stuff.
I'm learning in this field, there are a lot of folks that "talk the talk"..The next morning i called to confirm the appt. and she was so "grateful", i couldn't get her off the phone. It took about 1 hour to get the instructions on how to get to her "salon".  Then something struck me funny, and i asked "Is this a professional salon?" and she replied, "No, i'm in a townhouse, i had a problem with my man, and I lost it all," etc.  I thought, "oh sh*t"..I became curious and began asking other questions, i.e., clientele, references.
I drove to the "shop".  and yes, it was a townhouse, alright. I stood there in utter disbelief.  The place was in a run down neighborhood. When i knocked on the door, it opened and the smell of mildew hit me.  It was dark inside and i looked over to the front picture window, which was covered by a sheet. I figured, "heck, you've come this far, might as well go all the way."  and i did.  the further i went into the place, the more crestfallen i became.  Filthy, tarps were hanging out on the bannisters coming into the front room. the carpet had a dank smell, no lights. She came out of the darkness, smiled and extended her hand, I almost screamed.
The first thing i noticed was her hair.  she was wearing extensions.  and it was painfully obvious. Her hair wasn't permed to match the texture of the other hair.  and she just let it sit up there for the whole world to look at.  When she noticed i was gawking at her hairline, she grabbed a bang piece and yanked her hair forward to cover it.
Some Agency called on the phone, and it sounded as if she was being questioned about having clientele in the house.  Her answer was an adamnant "no."  My ears are excellent.  So I kept that as a mental note.  another reason to get the heck out as quickly as possible.
We walked into her salon, which wound up being the kitchen after we made it past the obstacle course and talked shop.  The sunlight made her look even worse.  dark circles under the eyes, bad teeth, and blotchy skin.  There were pots and pans in the sink, dirty dishes, the cabinets had knobs missing, some of the paneling of the drawers was sheared off completely, and strangely again, more tarps just hanging off the sink, and hanging in the laundry room.  The place was a mess, and she claimed that everything she uses on her client's head was "sanitized." I found that part pretty hard to swallow.  She grabbed my hair in the front, examined it and said, these extensions don't look natural at all.  I looked at her and said, that's MY hair.  The extensions were in the back.
then she began belittling my old beautician's work.  and said the hair i had bought was terrible, and tried to sell me her brand.  She then asked for a $100.00 deposit to buy the hair, plus 1/2 of $500.00 for her work.  She told me, that if i go elsewhere, I'll be back to see her, because her work was better.
She also claimed to have clients from "Europe", "Paris", & "Italy", she might have had clients that went to those places, but i doubt very seriously if someone from europe would come all the way to that place...unless it's for a damn good crack hit.
An interracial couple came to the door, which gave me a good excuse to high tail it out of there.  I told her i'd rather look around, first.  When the couple saw me coming out, they exclaimed how nice my hair looked..and when she thought  i was out of earshot - that crack-head took all of the credit.  I looked back at her, and there she was beaming at them with pride, as if she had just done my hair.
the best beauticians i have ever met never "put down" other people's work.  She claimed that "net weaving" was bad for the hair, the hair I bought from a very trusted establishment was crap.  And the place she buys her hair from was in New York, then it was Chicago, then New York, again..
Needless to say, I was polite enough to call her back to inform her later that i had finally found another beautician that I was far more comfortable with.. I have, thank gawd...and it was the first time that she didn't have much to say.

Edited by femmemuscle