poookie
Well-Known Member
so i went home for the holiday and did a little shopping on black friday (and so did everybody else in the entire world, judging by how full the parking lot was), and i was attacked. i'll go ahead and put the place out there, too, so that what happened to me doesn't happen to anybody else.
if you're from the DC metropolitan area (northern va to be exact), BE CAREFUL in Tyson's Corner mall.
i was walking on the third floor, with my mommy, past some little kiosks, when this russian woman beckoned me to come over. i couldn't tell what she was selling from where i was standing, so i walked over, and she asked me, "is that all of your hair"? and not in a complimentary sort of way... maybe she assumed that all black women have weave in their hair, and since she might have been new to the USA, i gave her the benefit of the doubt, and said "yes".
then she asked me, "do you straighten it?" i said "yes", again.
a split second later, she takes off my headband WITHOUT ASKING, opens the cabinet of the kiosk, whips out THE hottest flat-iron known to man, takes a chunk of my hair, and flat irons the entire chunk, root to tip. I WAS IN TOTAL SHOCK...
so i tell her to "hold on a dang minute!", and she goes, "its okay, i comb it". before i could do anything, she reached into her apron, pulled out THE tiniest fine toothed comb known to man (the kind they handed out on picture day in elementary school... remember those?), and started hacking away at the chunk she just fried. and i say fried, because every day after moisturizing, i seal with coconut oil.
oh yea, NO heat protectant was used.
after cussing her out (quietly, because my mom was only a few feet away), i snatched my headband back, and stormed off.
i wish i remembered the name of the kiosk, or what the lady looked like, because if i did, i would DEFINITELY call the mall, find her boss, and get her fired.
ugh, i'm still so mad! thank goodness she didn't do too much damage... my hair's okay today, but that day it was downright crispy!
ok im done venting now
if you're from the DC metropolitan area (northern va to be exact), BE CAREFUL in Tyson's Corner mall.
i was walking on the third floor, with my mommy, past some little kiosks, when this russian woman beckoned me to come over. i couldn't tell what she was selling from where i was standing, so i walked over, and she asked me, "is that all of your hair"? and not in a complimentary sort of way... maybe she assumed that all black women have weave in their hair, and since she might have been new to the USA, i gave her the benefit of the doubt, and said "yes".
then she asked me, "do you straighten it?" i said "yes", again.
a split second later, she takes off my headband WITHOUT ASKING, opens the cabinet of the kiosk, whips out THE hottest flat-iron known to man, takes a chunk of my hair, and flat irons the entire chunk, root to tip. I WAS IN TOTAL SHOCK...
so i tell her to "hold on a dang minute!", and she goes, "its okay, i comb it". before i could do anything, she reached into her apron, pulled out THE tiniest fine toothed comb known to man (the kind they handed out on picture day in elementary school... remember those?), and started hacking away at the chunk she just fried. and i say fried, because every day after moisturizing, i seal with coconut oil.
oh yea, NO heat protectant was used.
after cussing her out (quietly, because my mom was only a few feet away), i snatched my headband back, and stormed off.
i wish i remembered the name of the kiosk, or what the lady looked like, because if i did, i would DEFINITELY call the mall, find her boss, and get her fired.
ugh, i'm still so mad! thank goodness she didn't do too much damage... my hair's okay today, but that day it was downright crispy!
ok im done venting now
