Drama at the salon again...
So there I was in the salon, the same salon
where drama occurred a year ago (follow the link if you missed it).
Again I was getting braided. I had a 12 noon appointment
and arrived to find a little bit of commotion; it turns out a Yuppie mummy had
left her young daughter in the salon for a little hair touch up. The
instruction was for the hair dresser to call Yuppie Mummy as soon as she was
done with baby girl’s hair.
Hair dresser was done by 10am; it was a
little head after all. Hair dresser tried to call Yuppie Mummy but her phone
was OFF. By the time I got there, baby girl was restless and looking unhappy.
Yuppie Mummy’s phone was still off. What to do…
The hullabaloo was escalated by all the
other hairdressers who threw in their 2 cents about how Yuppie Mother was
totally irresponsible, leaving her young one in the salon alone, why didn’t she
wait with her daughter? What was so important it couldn’t wait an hour? Maybe she
decided to use the time to visit a boyfriend; hence the switching off of the
phone…Everyone had an opinion
Hold on, I haven’t even gotten to the crux
of the issue yet…
At almost 2pm, Yuppie Mummy’s phone was
still off; baby girl was still looking miserable, she was also hungry but wouldn’t
accept food from anyone. Then (light bulb moment)
That right there was when the S hit the F
Yuppie Daddy came and picked up his lil
precious, who broke down into tears at the sight of Daddy dearest…
Yuppie Mummy shows up 30mins later.
(Rewind – it appears she may have received
a word or two from her husband about leaving the baby at the salon for so long).
She had no kind words for the hairdresser….
“Who are you to call my husband?”
“Is he the one who left the child here?”
“So what if my phone was off, do you think I
would forget my own child? I was coming”
“Where did you get my husband’s number?”
“You salon women are all the same, women of
loose morals who are not content with what they have”
“So you saw me enjoying my marriage and my
husband’s money and decided you wanted him as well?”
Somewhere in between the tongue lashing the
hair dresser managed to squeeze in an apology and she explained why she had
decided to call and the circumstances that had resulted in her having Yuppie
Daddy’s number (something to do with Yuppie Daddy requesting a quotation for
Yuppie Mummy’s hairdo)
“So what? I gave you the number that day
for you to call my husband on that day, why did you save it? Why have you kept
it?”
“You should know your place, nxa”
With that Yuppie Mummy was gone…
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