This post may be a little TMI, but I had to comment on it. I didn't really think there would be much difference from one waxing studio to the next. You go in and get done what you need to get done and pay for your services. However, after today I have realized that there is a "BIG" difference. I usually go to a place that is clean and the staff are excellent and knowledgeable. I have felt they are a bit pricey, but they only do waxing at this studio and you pay for the expertise.
I was unable to make time in my schedule due to meetings and their openings recently. I happened to be out getting something at another store when I saw a waxing studio close by. I assume that everyone must be certified in any establishment you go to so I popped in and signed up and waited my turn. They were also a waxing studio only so I expected remotely the same type of service. (I was kind of shocked at how many women were there waiting for services at 10am on a Friday, but who am I to judge. One lady even had 2 kids with her? How does that work? I hope she wasn't getting anything done that would traumatize her children for life.)
I discovered that you definitely get what you pay for. This place was much, much cheaper than where I usually go and boy I could tell why in every which way. The rooms were disgusting. There was wax on the walls and on the floor. I had worn shoes without socks and I had to put my feet on the floor and immediately wanted to puke. I had to tell myself to hold it together and just get it over with and get the hell out of there. The service was definitely not top of the line in any way either. Maybe I should call it a Chop Shop, for lack of a better term? No extra niceties happening at the joint. Rip, rip and see ya later, hope we got it all. I am still a little shocked from the situation. I will go back to where I belong and pay the extra cost forever in this arena. I think I was traumatized!
I was unable to make time in my schedule due to meetings and their openings recently. I happened to be out getting something at another store when I saw a waxing studio close by. I assume that everyone must be certified in any establishment you go to so I popped in and signed up and waited my turn. They were also a waxing studio only so I expected remotely the same type of service. (I was kind of shocked at how many women were there waiting for services at 10am on a Friday, but who am I to judge. One lady even had 2 kids with her? How does that work? I hope she wasn't getting anything done that would traumatize her children for life.)
I discovered that you definitely get what you pay for. This place was much, much cheaper than where I usually go and boy I could tell why in every which way. The rooms were disgusting. There was wax on the walls and on the floor. I had worn shoes without socks and I had to put my feet on the floor and immediately wanted to puke. I had to tell myself to hold it together and just get it over with and get the hell out of there. The service was definitely not top of the line in any way either. Maybe I should call it a Chop Shop, for lack of a better term? No extra niceties happening at the joint. Rip, rip and see ya later, hope we got it all. I am still a little shocked from the situation. I will go back to where I belong and pay the extra cost forever in this arena. I think I was traumatized!
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