Time: Apr/28/2015 (3 years ago)
Upon my husband’s insistence, I decided it was time to treat myself for once. Pamper myself. Indulge. I chose this place while out running errands, it looked suitable enough. Little did I know that the next three hours of my life were to be spent here.
“It’s so nice out. So pretty.” I thought to myself. I couldn’t wait to get my mani/pedi, then get out, let the wind whip through my hair as Aerosmith resonated loudly through my car as my cares melted away under the warm rays of the spring sun.
Remember when you were a child and your parents made you go to church when all you wanted to do is play outside? I spent a beautiful mid-morning desiring the same.
Enter Steve. An eccentric fellow. Well intentioned. But, very liberal about his views on Christianity and the rapture. Think that really dry preacher from your childhood. My feet and hands rested solely in his fate, a scenario that had me considering if stigmata would be a less painful process.
His views, a wonderful mélange of hardcore fire and brimstone, political conspiracy and cultural conflict. A strange premise that melded together rosaries, the horse Jesus would ride during the second coming, and the Illuminati.
Now, don’t get me wrong. Whatever people choose to believe is fine by me. Truly. If you want to save my soul while I’m in a pedicure chair, I’ll be polite and listen.
My bone of contention comes from the amount of time the message took. Excessive. Nearly 3 hours. The result? Sub-par. And, I was overcharged on services that I didn’t even sign up for.
I’m heeding Steve’s advice. Tonight, I’m praying. I’m praying for a lot of things. My kids’ health. My mom. Good fortune to someone who needs it. And you. I’m praying for you if you don’t heed my warning. Please, save yourself the trouble and search out a different salon.
Time: Aug/29/2016 (a year ago)
Great UVA high press tanning beds
Time: Mar/23/2013 (5 years ago)
Never been
Time: Dec/03/2017 (8 months ago)
