O.k. so the other day my daughters (crumb snatchers) decided that they need to get they hair braided up before they go visit the grand grands. I am like cool, I am with that! So we can't find my ghetto hookups, so the momz suggested the African shops over on the West syde. Well after speaking with a few different shops, I quickly realized that these folk were out to get paid while making lemonade in the shade. I was quoted prices from $120 -$350?!? I was thinking which one of us fell off the turnip truck? Well, ya know Wardy had to negotiate that price down to $80 for both girls in the style I wanted. After much debate and the usual stand off, we was all good! I told them I would bring the girls back the next day at (a.m.) sharp. The lady asked if I needed to come earlier, to which I replied "No, 9 is great-see ya then."
We show up the next day at 9 a.m. and the open sign was on but the door was locked. A sleepy African woman stumbled to the door and asked if she could help us. We told her why we were there and she invited us in and she made a call to the lady who was suppose to have been there. All I know is her breath smelled like she had been eating hot goat cheese fur on molded bread all night---pheeeww! Any who, the lady on the phone said we could go to McDonald's cause she would be there in 15 minutes. No thanks we will wait it out cause I (wardy) gotta go back to work! Well as an hour rolled away, the lady calls back and asks to speak with me and said she is on her way.....again?!? She also says the lady who let us in (back on the sofa snoring LOUDLY) will start on their hair until she gets there. No problem I say. You know that lady did not help us. Come to think about it, I think she slept there or lives in the shop. Now two other lady's arrive at the shop after I been there for an hour and half! One is the owner and asked what did we want done. I explained the price and picture from yesterday. The mgr said that price was too low and no one told her about that deal for that picture shown. I told her that I could finish waiting for the original woman because after all, she should be there in a few minutes (sarcasm). She said again, I should have told her about the price. I asked how do I know who the freak the owner is. I said, if its that big of a deal, we can walk and they all started arguing in another language for 5 minutes and then said they would do it. But after going for ten minutes, in walks the original lady! They Africans immediately started yelling at her in the other language again. I know it was about the $$$$. This lasted in front of me and my kids for 15 minutes. No joke. I was thinking how unprofessional. Not to mention that shop was just nasty, but I had to get the kids hair done cause I am going to Los Angels in a hot minute. Well fast forward, the hair is now done and looks exactly unlike the picture I choose, but what the heck, its braided. Next time, we going back to Bonequeesha in the hood!
The ladies had the nerve to say you guys come back in a few weeks! I was thinking come back for what? I guess she meant for me to throw a brick through the window!
I guess other cultures are confident that we dont speak other languages and too stupid to take our coins to another business. I think they will get it later, cause I won't be spending my change with them no more. I know you got to get yours....but fool, I gotz to get mine tooooooo!
i am Ward....
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