- I know you're thinking at this point,
Tia love yourself. You could leave.
Couldn't when you have 32 inches.
Of Brazilian wavy on the line, you go with it.
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So this happened maybe seven years ago.
I was still a junior in college,
and it was right around the holiday time.
So I was trying to get right for the family function.
During that time to go to an actual salon,
it took a $200 deposit,
and I had to come pre-washed and pre-braided.
And as a broke college student,
that just wasn't happening.
So I do what any other rational person
who has never seen a lifetime movie.
I went on Craigslist to find someone to do my hair.
So I go on Craigslist.
I find this woman and she seems nice enough.
We were texting for a few days,
and she gives me an appointment time within the next week.
And you know, it's great. It's great.
So I go to her house, we're sitting in her kitchen.
I respect the hustle, so this is comfortable for me.
She starts in the sew-in.
It was fine up until her kid woke up.
The kid just was running around the whole entire house.
She went through my purse,
took out my phone, eating my candy,
and I love kids, so it was fine.
I love kids, so we were just rolling with it.
It was okay.
So we're about halfway done,
and then her boyfriend comes to her house.
Once again. Fine.
I respect the hustle. It's her home.
It's great.
And they just started yelling at each other above my head,
asking where she took the car,
why didn't she go fill it up with gas.
All this, that and the third.
So I'm just sitting here hair half braided, half sewn in,
just kinda like, Oh my God.
What do I do in this situation?
Still, rolling, rocking with it because what can you do?
You have 32 inches of Brazilian wavy on the line.
You're gonna let a lot of stuff slide.
So I'm still just sitting there,
watching this argument happen.
And then, all of a sudden, she turns to me and says,
"Hey, we gotta go to the store."
And I'm like, what for?
We ran out of thread, which, you know, things happen.
It's fine. It's not my first rodeo.
It's not my first time going to the hair store
to pick up more supplies.
We look at the time, and we realize it's kind of late.
So all the hair stores are closed.
She then offers to go to Walmart with me
to pick up sewing thread.
(crickets chirping)
It's crunch time.
I don't really have a lot of options.
So I say, "sure, let's go to Walmart."
We take my car because boyfriend is still cussing
and like upset with her for taking his car.
So I'm like, you know what, it's fine.
I got this. Let's just go the store.
So we park and I'm getting out to go to the store
to buy my thread and just get this over with.
They were about 75% of the way done.
I got my hat on.
It's fine.
And then until she was just like,
"Oh, take my daughter in there with you."
Sure! I love kids.
It's great.
So me and her daughter go into the store together
and the daughter just runs wild.
I'm talking, throwing things off the shelf,
trying to get me to buy her a toy.
I'm only there for like a 50 cents spool of threads.
So I am not prepared for this mentally,
physically, or emotionally,
but the kid is just running down the aisles
and just being wild.
So I finally just check out.
I get to the kid back into the car and I'm like, all right,
you know, we've got maybe an hour left.
I got this. It's fine.
So we go back to her house
and I know you're thinking at this point.
Tia love yourself. You could leave.
Couldn't because we're so close to being done
and like I said, when you have 32 inches.
Of Brazilian wavy on the line, you go with it.
We're on maybe like the last track, so close to being done.
And she turns to me again and says,
"are you hungry?"
I thought, I thought she was being nice.
I really did.
I set myself up for that.
That was my fault.
She opens up this packet of Doritos
and starts eating on top of my head.
I'm feeling crumbs touch the scalp.
I don't know what to do at this point in time anymore.
My 'ombre' now has nacho dustings on it.
I'm upset. I'm just looking there, like,
what did I get myself into?
And she just kind of laughs and like, finishes the sew-in.
And I'm just kinda like in shell shock.
So I say, thank you, I pay, and I leave.
(bell dings)
So to this day, I still have a little bit
of an annoyance and shell shock
when people open up a chip bag around me.
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