As you know by now if you’re reading this, “Angel Hair Braids” proudly stands alone. As the years pass us by, we are constantly reminded of the SALONS FROM HELL!
So many of our clients, maybe even you, have shared some serious horror stories with us. Situations they’ve been in while getting services at other salons. We decided after hearing so many to share them with you. We’ve taken our most interesting stories and listed them for your entertainment. Hopefully after reading this you will understand even more why “Angel Hair Braids” is Proud to be different.
We call it “You know you’ve been to a salon from Hell when.” All of these stories were shared with us directly from clients and their experiences with other salons. In no way have we embellished these stories, believe it or not! We have left out names and other personal information as a courtesy to our clients.
You’re getting your hair done peacefully, flipping through the pages of a magazine and suddenly the braider passes out. You hear a “BOOM” sound! You jump up, and begin to fan her; you sprinkle a little water on her, Nothing! You reach for the phone when suddenly you see her begin to wake up. You call her name, she responds. She limply lifts herself off of the floor and says “Girl I’m sorry, I’m fasting and haven’t eaten in days.”
The beautician asks you to come to her house and you find out she’s the “Jack of all Trades, definitely not the Master of Braids.” You arrive extremely excited to get your hair braided. You’re surprised when you see so many kids running around, but your excitement allows you to ignore it, only until you see different parents continue to bring more kids in. You try to remain calm, until someone else knocks on the door and you see the braider give someone a very small Ziploc bag in exchange for cash. You become extremely nervous and after all of the interruptions and not many braids at all, you haul ass out of there.
You go to a highly publicized salon with high hopes of finally sitting in the chair of a professional braider. You begin to get your hair done and can’t help overhearing the argument between your stylist and the next. You grow uncomfortable wondering how they could let the argument continue in front of you. You try to give them the benefit of the doubt by just accepting that it may just be a small dispute, when suddenly you don’t feel the braider on your hair anymore, the two stylists are fighting.
You get to the salon to get your hair braided. The braider is moving right along, you guys are chatting and all. Suddenly the braider says “I’ll be right back in a few minutes.” You say okay and wait patiently. Five minutes turns into ten, ten turns into twenty, and twenty turns into an hour. You get up and begin asking the other braiders where she might be. They say they don’t know and unprofessionally continue what they’re doing. You start to look for her in different parts of the salon. You go to the restroom and notice a partially open door with two feet flat on the floor. You open it completely only to find your beautician knocked out sleeping with her mouth wide open.
On the day of your appointment she calls to ask if she can do your hair at your house instead. You say yes, because after all this even works better for you. She arrives early ready to work, or so you thought, until she asks for breakfast. You say “well I have some juice and I can make some toast.” She responds “Oh, you don’t have any bacon or any meat at all?” You shake your head and begin to make her breakfast. You don’t want to disappoint this lady who is there to beautify you right? You wonder about her, but relax every time you think about the other person’s hair she did that came out so nicely. After breakfast, she begins to braid your hair. It’s flowing nicely, looking at your handheld mirror, you’re pleased. You feel relieved that you didn’t overreact during breakfast. Noon strikes and she says “I have a doctor’s appointment, I’ll be back.” Confused and disappointed, you hesitantly say “oooohkay.” She draws back her sleeve and shows you the dime sized bubble on her forearm. “I need my TB results read.” She says. Your eyes get big. You start to wonder if why she’d ever come potentially infected with tuberculosis.
You try to clam down and allow her to leave peacefully. You sit there in astonishment long after she left. You look in the mirror and wish she had finished the nice job she’d started. Time continues to pass by and you accept that she’s not coming back. Suddenly someone knocks at the door. It’s her with a wide grin on her face. “My results were negative, now we can finish.” She says. Reluctantly you go through with it. You question your own judgment, but your vanity wins. The clock keeps ticking and midnight hits. She announces she needs rest. You figure why not, and make her a pallet on the floor and in no time she’s snoring. You go into your bedroom and lock the door and you too fall asleep. Before you know it, it’s 6:00 a.m. and she’s knocking on the door. You get up ready to get this nightmare over with. After 8 additional hours of braiding, this time refusing to make another breakfast, avoiding any interruptions at all, she finally finishes.
An “Angel Hair Braider” is walking to a nearby restaurant for lunch and is stopped by a young lady with loads of stinky white stuff in her hair. She asks frantically if she can come into the salon. “Me and my beautician just got into a fight and I need to wash this perm out.”
Thank you for your continued business with Angel Hair Braids
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310.659.0064
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