Step away from the hot wax!

About three years ago, a hair salon went in to the strip of stores on the corner of my street.  At first I was excited (even though I had a salon that I was VERY happy with) and then when all of the signs went up, it said that it was a Dominican salon.  Now, I am not saying anything negative but do you see the picture of me here on the blog?  I am as white as white can be.  All of the pictures in the window were of women of all ethnic background - but none were Caucasian.  So, I figured no harm, no foul, this just isn't a salon for me.

Then my stylist moved.  Dang her!  Then we had budget issues so getting my eyebrows waxed was a luxury that had to wait.  Well, two weeks ago I finally walked in to the salon next door.  Actually, the woman who owns it is married to the guy who did the plumbing on our bathroom and so I felt like some sort of ice was broken and I felt a little more at ease with going over.  

It was short lived...

His wife is very nice.  She is half Spanish, half black.  She is very exotic looking, beautiful, really, and has a very thick accent.  She has traveled the world and lived in some fascinating places and we were chatting (actually, I think I was babbling) and she had me in the chair with a hot wax ready to go on my brow and she's like "So...three years I am here and you wait until after you meet my husband to come in".

You could have heard a pin drop...

I apologized.  I had no excuse.  I didn't want to offend her by saying that I didn't think that her clientele included white women, blah, blah, blah, I yammered on and on, all the while praying that she wasn't going to wax some funky design in to my face!

After that things were fine.  She did a beautiful job and so we ended the appointment laughing and now, when I call, they tell me they are OUT OF WAX!

Should I be offended???