From a 20 something woman:
“I was really tired when I packed my daughter’s lunch. I just grabbed a
soda from the fridge and threw it in with her sandwich and chips. It was pretty
embarrassing having to explain to the teacher why I sent my child to school with
a Budwiser.”
From a 30 something woman:
“I don’t know…I guess I’m looking for a style that doesn’t scream ‘I live in a trailer park and operate heavy equipment for a living’.”
From an anonymous, distressed male caller:
“I think you’re the salon my wife uses. Do you guys sell gift certificates for women who are really pissed off at their husbands?”
“How angry is she?”
“I forgot her birthday. Again.”
“Sir, may I suggest you visit www dot tiffany dot com?”
“Yeah. Okay. Good idea.”
I so love this job.
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March 6th, 2007 at 1:35 pm
And the Mother-of-the-Year-Award goes to: (drum role sounds) Beer slinging lunch-packer Mom!
March 6th, 2007 at 5:28 pm
Maybe the tired mother should have reached for a pop in the fridge rather than a soda.
March 7th, 2007 at 3:46 am
Isn’t there supposed to be some kind of confidentiality deal between a customer and his or her stylist? That’s the last time I discuss my deepest personal issues with my cost cutter.
March 8th, 2007 at 12:40 pm
Tiffany’s will cure about anything.
March 10th, 2007 at 5:41 pm
Oh my gosh, I am the eavesdropper of all time. I’m going to apply at every salon in town!