|Friday, 26-Nov-2004 00:00
I Could Have Died (of Shame)
My schedule since Monday was crazy. I spent most of my time on the road shuttling between home and kids' school or home and mall (for business, mind you), vice-versa. So on this last day of being "driver" to my kids, I felt the urge to reward myself for some pampering at the salon.
I got to the mall (for business, I sound a little defensive, don't I?) at 1:45 PM to deliver the additional stocks needed for the weekend. Then I thought I should just wait for the kids' dismissal from school by spending time at the salon. Off I went thinking of having a quick nail job.
There weren't a lot of clients at that time. And soon, I was being attended to. I sat there reading back issues of magazines while Beth, the attendant, poked, pushed, and filed. Hmm...that felt good. P70 for this kind of service that I felt too lazy to do was well worth every buck.
Since I didn't have my toenails painted for a change, Beth was done in no time. As she was kneading my heels for the final massage, she asked me if I wanted to have my feet scrubbed. I have tried the foot scrub only a few times with the other salons, so I was pretty new to this. Even if I wanted to, I politely declined saying that I didn't have enough cash for the additional service. Without sounding too pushy, Beth said they accept credit cards. Oh good, I told myself. Those two words worked like magic.
In short, I relented and let Beth do the works. I found myself giving in to the real pampering. The smell of eucalyptus soon relaxed my senses. The stress seemed to vanish. Ah, I could get used to this. It was only 2:30 PM, I still had an hour and a half before the boys get off school.
My mind began to drift...only to be roused by Beth when she asked if I liked it. Oh sure! In my mind, I thought she just gained a client. She said if I needed another scrub after two months, I could give her a call. Fine, I'd do that, I replied as I walked to the counter to pay.
Reaching out for my credit card, I asked the lady if they honored Visa. To which she replied in the affirmative and added that credit card payments are only for transactions that are P500 up.
Problem is, they couldn't accept my card since my bill only amounted to P490. Bummer! That is only P10 short of P500, and thought I could talk my way out of the fix. Didn't work. I tried to count my cash...P470...Uh-oh... My head started to throb. Oh no...headache! And I felt blood rushing to my face. Now this was absolutely embarrassing!
What to do? What to do? After a few phone calls, there I was staring at my pink and young looking feet muttering under my breath at how I got myself into this mess. I scolded myself for being so impulsive.
Ok feet, I thought, since we're in this together, when this is all over, make yourself useful and get us out of here FAST!
Fortunately, our food attendant at Otras Cosas (Ayala) was quick enough to bail me out.