I called around 4:30, seeing if i could come in for a perm (they close at 7:30). A friendly Vietnamese lady gives me the Ok.The following is all in good humor. I'm actually quite satisfied with my exp... Read More
I called around 4:30, seeing if i could come in for a perm (they close at 7:30). A friendly Vietnamese lady gives me the Ok.The following is all in good humor. I'm actually quite satisfied with my experience here, and they're obviously not bad judging by all the customers that came by the last few hours. Th ladies who work here know what they're doing, and they're very sweet and care about their customers.With that said, this is my first experience: She washes my hair, beckons me up, drying my hair with the towel when she calmly brings me back down- oops, forgot the conditioner. I sit down at the station as she starts nimbly rolling up calculated strands of my hair. All I can see is the sharp, thin edge of the comb swishing dangerously towards and away from my eyeballs.After an hour and a half I'm thinking, this lady is either a perfectionist artist or ... Just very slow. It would have been more bearable if i didn't have somewhere to go promptly after the promised 2 hours. I winced at every roller that slipped out of her fingers and onto the floor (there were about 3~4) because that meant added time.I decided i might as well read stuff on my phone, but with every spray, 75% without fail landed on my screen. The other 15 went on my skin-thank God it's still hot so i didn't get pneumonia after all those squirts. Yes, 10% did reach its destination.I'll give it to her: i do have a lot of hair. And it's healthy-so pretty thick too. I probably set a record for how many rollers utilized on one head. But by now it's getting heavy.As she applies the chemicals on my head, i realize why she gave me a towel- to wipe off the chemicals that drop down my face. And it did. At this point i realize all i have nothing but the small towel from when she washed my hair to protect me. The chemicals start burning my eyes (it didn't go in, just the smell? But.. I didn't know eyes could smell. The older lady swings by and hands me a towel and realizes I've been dripped upon severely. She replaces my towel and (better late than never right?) puts a robe over me. Hehe.Anyways, I'm still waiting with all the rollers galore, so hopefully it'll turn out alright. I'm grandly late for my dinner plan, but the experience was so funny i gave it 4 stars. In her defense, she didn't know i had so much hair. Thanks for reading my adventures. Read Less