A Salon Accente' Phone Conversation.

H♥. : "Salon Accente', how may I help you?"

Caller : "Yes I need to make an appointment."

H♥ : "(Really. No kidding.) And who did you want to make it with?"

Caller : "Highlights and a Haircut."

H♥ : "(That is not a possible answer for the question, at all, ma'am.) Ok, highlights and a haircut... and who is your stylist?"

Caller : "No, I need it in the evening. I guess I have to call her myself..."
*click*

Yeah. I will just say for the record that I am not an idiot, and as can be concluded from this blog, I am rather articulate, and am therefore not possibly that hard to understand. I don't need to be told how to make an appointment for your dumb hair, nor do I need to be told what to write and how to write it down. I also, quite honestly, couldn't care less if your daughter was going to come with you last month, and she had an appointment down at 3:30, but then her sister's dog got sick so she had to watch her neice and nephew while they took it to the vet, and that was really bad because she couldn't get in to reschedule, and the next day she was expected at dinner with her future in-laws and her roots were so grown out she couldn't be seen in public, so she got put on the cancellation list and they called her the next day and said there was an opening at 10:00, but it was so funny, because that was about the only time that she couldn't do it that day, because she told her friend that she would go to Starbucks with her because her friend really wanted to try a frappuccinno, because she had never had one before, and so your daughter told her that she would go with her that day, and they would make it a date, so your daughter just had to fix her hair kind of poofy and half-up that night so you couldn't see her roots, and she used that biosilk finishing spray to spray it because first you started using it, and it was so fabulous that you convinced her to buy some, and now she's hooked on it, and you're both giving it to all your friends for Christmas this year. In fact, I don't even care if you have a daughter.

For all the rest of you out there...
-Don't call me and ask me for an appointment with someone, and when I put you down with them, say, "is she good?" What kind of a question is that? Do you really expect me to say... "oh,... you know what? That reminds me, she really isn't that good. Since you mentioned it, I'll put you down with someone else."
-And don't tell me that you hate how Karla is booked until January, and then say you need an appointment before Thanksgiving, which is in a week and two days.
-Please don't ask me what the latest appointment available is, and after I tell you, say, "do you have anything later than that?"
-Don't walk to my desk immediately from the bathroom, put your nasty moist hands on my counter, and tell me that we are out of toilet paper.
-Finally, do not call on monday when we are clearly closed, as stated on the recorded message, leave two messages, and then call at 8:45 on Tuesday morning, though we clearly open at 9:00, as stated on the recorded message, and tell me that you are ready to go somewhere else because I am horrible at returning messages.