So I haven’t exactly had a real outlet for the frustration that ensued a few days ago following an interaction with the most terrible man.

I had plans of going to Newbury St. and getting a haircut. I don’t normally do this, I actually never get my hair done because I always hate the way it comes out. And I’m too nice to say “YOU IDIOT MINION, YOU’VE MADE ME LOOK LIKE A CHINESE CRESTED HAIR-MESS DOG THERE ISN’T A CAVE BIG ENOUGH TO RID ME OF THE EMBARRASSMENT AND FRUSTRATION YOU’VE BROUGHT INTO MY LIFE”. So instead I feign delight and marvel at whatever they’ve done to me and then resolve to go home with a bag of twinkies and cry. For days.

Because we ladies have very delicate emotional dispositions.

So I got a coupon on CoupMe.com for a european day spa thing. I don’t even know why. Strange people rubbing goop all over my body. Strange people popping various blemishes on my face for me. Both of these scenarios are sufficiently unattractive to me, so i opted for a haircut. I’m going to be brief on the story. Basically this is what happened:

1. The guy was MEAN
2. I didn’t respond well to the disrespect.
3. He didn’t respond well to me not responding well.
4. Then he told me I needed a print out of the coupon even though I had a beautiful PDF for his VIEWING PLEASURE right in front of him on TWO devices. Phone. iPad. TWO.
5. Then I rambled a la stream of consciousness about how bad his yelp reviews were and how I shouldn’t have come but that I was glad it happened because it was a learning experience and an important lesson on HUMAN BEHAVIOR.
6. He for the most part stood there staring blankly.
7. Then I raised my voice. But I didn’t call him names.
8. Then I left angry.
9. Then I decided to go right back in to ask for the manager.
10. The woman inside pointed to him and said he was the manager.
11. Then I sent out another stream of consciousness rant about how crappy it is to go into a crappy place only to find out the crappiest person is the MANAGER.
12. His response was more idle staring and subdued explanatory wisps. I think the adrenaline rushing in my body created a blockage in my ears, I couldn’t hear anything he was saying.
13. I was reading an article today about how women’s brains are wired and how impossible we find a lack of response in the heat of an emotional conflict. I wanted to kill him with my bare hands.
14. Why is it so hard to find good customer service in the midst of a recession?
15. I used fighting words towards the end of the second visit after he told me my behavior wasn’t classy. To prove him right, it seems.

It wasn’t classy. I’m not proud. The important thing now is that I can move forward from this.

Thanks for nothing, John Pierre. You %#^%%#}-%*€^%# .