So glad I'm not in the beauty industry

You can’t buy class.

I was at the hairdresser yesterday evening, and these two young women came in looking for manicures. Both very pretty and very well-dressed (one of them carrying one of those ubiquitous Louis Vuitton monogrammed bags). But no appointments, and the esthetician busy with a facial, as it turned out. One of the other hairdressers (the one not currently doing my hair) went to check and see if the esthetician would be free soon. These two women sat down at the manicure tables and started discussing polish colours.

The hairdresser came back with the bad news that it would be half an hour until the facial was done. Plus, they only had the one esthetician working, so one girl would have to wait even longer while the other got her manicure. “Half an hour? HALF AN HOUR?” one of them shrieked when she was told. She was practically operatic in her conspicuous outrage and distress.

And then they stomped out, refusing to make appointments for the future, and presumably looking for the mythical hairdresser or nail salon that would be able to drop everything and immediately serve the both of them.