Went to the beauty parlor, and sure enough a skinny minnie hair dresser worked on me. (Like a dummy) I blabbed about my surgery. She regarded me with a thin veil of contempt.
When I got out to the car, to my horror, my hair was a completely different color than I had requested (it must be most dimly lit beauty salon in Chicagoland), and I had a blotch of mismatched color by my left temple.
I went back in to complain, the manager was in a meeting offsite, so the receptionist begrudgingly took a message
Hours and several phone calls later, the manager *still* hadn't gotten back to me, so I went back to the salon in person.
I raised particular hell about the lousy hair color, and the poor customer service on top of it. I demanded my money back, and got it - but the rub was the snotty receptionist acting contemptuous of me, too.
At the risk of sounding paranoid, I can't help but think if I was a skinny minnie like them, they would have been a lot more apologetic about my hair. When you're overweight, you're a throw-away person in society. You can just read their thoughts.
Chalk up another reason to do the Lap-Band. Still smarting, gotta get over it ... :crying:
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