Working at a beauty salon, you see a lot of interesting things. People come in to relax, get pampered, and often, they share little snippets of their lives. But nothing could have prepared me for the bizarre scene I witnessed earlier today. It all started when a regular client, let’s call her Sarah, was finishing up her manicure. Her husband arrived to pick her up, a seemingly normal occurrence. They exchanged pleasantries, and Sarah casually mentioned she was ready to go, but just needed to pay. This is where things got weird. REALLY weird. She turned to her husband, batted her eyelashes, and said in the sweetest voice, “Honey, can you pay for my manicure? It’s $300.” Now, we pride ourselves on providing high-quality services, but even our most luxurious manicure is nowhere near that price. Our standard manicure is a very reasonable $50. [ “I FROZE!” ] I thought maybe I had misheard her, but no, she definitely said three hundred dollars. The husband, without batting an eye, pulled out his wallet and paid the full amount.
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He didn’t question it, he didn’t hesitate, he just handed over the cash. I was completely stunned. My coworker and I exchanged glances, both of us equally baffled. We’ve seen clients joke about the cost of their services before, but this was different. There was something strange about the way Sarah said it, a sort of calculated nonchalance. And the husband’s reaction? Equally odd. He seemed completely unfazed by the exorbitant price tag. They left the salon, and we were left wondering what in the world had just happened. Was this some kind of inside joke? A test of his generosity? Or was he completely oblivious to the actual cost of a manicure? We speculated for a few minutes, trying to make sense of the situation, but nothing seemed to add up.
Then, just a few minutes after they left, [ “SARAH BURSTED BACK THROUGH THE DOOR, SCREAMING!” ] I was taken aback, and the salon was silent. I could feel the tension rise. She started yelling at the top of her lungs “YOU ARE!!!” before running out as fast as she could.
We were all completely stunned. **What was happening?** I ran out of the salon to check what was going on, but they were both gone. There was no trace of what happened, or what Sarah was yelling about.
The only thing that was left was the question of what really happened. We tried to figure it out, going through every possibility. Maybe she owed someone money and that was a way of giving it to them? Maybe she was planning something else?
I am still shocked. I might be reading too deep into it, but [ “I FEEL LIKE THERE WAS SOMETHING DEEPER GOING ON” ]. Maybe I will never know.
All I can say is, working at a beauty salon is never a dull moment.
