Most Awesome Random Quote of The Day:
Dude, he's like the gay Asian Pratt!
(This was, of course, in reference to this guy. Come on, tell me there's not a resemblance!)
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There are certain types of people in this world that remind me of the way I never want to be. I saw one of them tonight while I was getting my nails done.
She was, to put it simply, a complete and total bitch.
Now, I go to a tiny nail shop in a strip mall in Hillcrest. Nothing fancy, but they do have really nice, cushy, massage action, pedicure chairs. It's one of those nail places that's filled with chattering Vietnamese women, and all of them are friendly and nice. My particular nail lady, Amy, has been doing my nails since 1999. She's tiny and goofy and does a great job for me; she even waxes my eyebrows to perfection and tonight, she gave me a fantastic neck and shoulder massage. This, despite the fact that her husband is cheating on her and her oldest daughter is about to graduate high school and she works something like 6 or 7 days a week.
These women work harder and longer than anyone I know. They're in the shop pretty much every day, until after 7 every night. They're always nice to me, and I never get out of there without laughing at (and with) more than one of them. That's why they have regular customers like me, people who come back every two weeks, people who bring their friends and relatives in and talk about weddings and jobs and pets and kids.
And that's why it pisses me off so much when I see walk in customers come in and start acting like entitled whores. Tonight's bitch decided that the color on her nails was just ALL WRONG, dammit, and it was put on too thick and the nails were the wrong shape and my God, she'd been here for an hour. So one of the girls sat her down and started taking off the nail polish and asked her quietly what she wanted done instead. And instead of just saying "Please redo it with this color and file the nails a little so they're this shape" she flung her hands around while discussing what was so wrong with the way it was done before and how the other girl obviously hadn't been listening and finally huffed "I don't care but I don't want to be here for another hour."
Ooooookay then.
So the girl started repainting the bitch's nails and stayed quiet. The bitch, however, did not. Every few minutes she would pipe up and start complaining AGAIN. I think that she was just mad that no one was fawning over her and offering her free gold. The sense of entitlement fairly oozed off of her and it made me a little nauseous.
And then it amused me, because she was quickly becoming a caricature with her huffing and puffing. And I caught Amy's eye as she scrubbed my foot and she and I snickered a little, then smothered it before the crazy bitch saw us. Glanced around and sure enough, the other customers were doing the same thing.
And I realized that here was something I never want to be. I never want to be the bitchy customer who everyone else is trying hard not to laugh at because my complaining is so stupid it's amusing.
Because man, it's a lot more fun to be the one laughing *at* the complainers.
Dude, he's like the gay Asian Pratt!
(This was, of course, in reference to this guy. Come on, tell me there's not a resemblance!)
There are certain types of people in this world that remind me of the way I never want to be. I saw one of them tonight while I was getting my nails done.
She was, to put it simply, a complete and total bitch.
Now, I go to a tiny nail shop in a strip mall in Hillcrest. Nothing fancy, but they do have really nice, cushy, massage action, pedicure chairs. It's one of those nail places that's filled with chattering Vietnamese women, and all of them are friendly and nice. My particular nail lady, Amy, has been doing my nails since 1999. She's tiny and goofy and does a great job for me; she even waxes my eyebrows to perfection and tonight, she gave me a fantastic neck and shoulder massage. This, despite the fact that her husband is cheating on her and her oldest daughter is about to graduate high school and she works something like 6 or 7 days a week.
These women work harder and longer than anyone I know. They're in the shop pretty much every day, until after 7 every night. They're always nice to me, and I never get out of there without laughing at (and with) more than one of them. That's why they have regular customers like me, people who come back every two weeks, people who bring their friends and relatives in and talk about weddings and jobs and pets and kids.
And that's why it pisses me off so much when I see walk in customers come in and start acting like entitled whores. Tonight's bitch decided that the color on her nails was just ALL WRONG, dammit, and it was put on too thick and the nails were the wrong shape and my God, she'd been here for an hour. So one of the girls sat her down and started taking off the nail polish and asked her quietly what she wanted done instead. And instead of just saying "Please redo it with this color and file the nails a little so they're this shape" she flung her hands around while discussing what was so wrong with the way it was done before and how the other girl obviously hadn't been listening and finally huffed "I don't care but I don't want to be here for another hour."
Ooooookay then.
So the girl started repainting the bitch's nails and stayed quiet. The bitch, however, did not. Every few minutes she would pipe up and start complaining AGAIN. I think that she was just mad that no one was fawning over her and offering her free gold. The sense of entitlement fairly oozed off of her and it made me a little nauseous.
And then it amused me, because she was quickly becoming a caricature with her huffing and puffing. And I caught Amy's eye as she scrubbed my foot and she and I snickered a little, then smothered it before the crazy bitch saw us. Glanced around and sure enough, the other customers were doing the same thing.
And I realized that here was something I never want to be. I never want to be the bitchy customer who everyone else is trying hard not to laugh at because my complaining is so stupid it's amusing.
Because man, it's a lot more fun to be the one laughing *at* the complainers.
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