
Angelica is a single 57 year-old Romanian gambling addict and esthetician. I think she was wasted on Friday when I showed up for the appointment. She walked through the lobby saying "My girl, my girl, you idiot. I have to smoke." She's 5'1 (I asked an hour later when she stepped up on the table I was lying for the facial to grab some Dermatologica bottles) and keeps very short hair. One set of eyelashes was painted with blue mascara. The other other eyelashes were missing. When we finally got to the facial part of this, Angelica began telling me about her gambling woes. She was upset that she didn't make her October mortgage payment, but also disclosed that in the past three years - 3 years ago Angelica's friend made the mistake of taking her Charlestown to play slots - she had lost more than $150,000.
After revealing each of her major gambling-related problems, Angelica became noticeablly distressed and performed another spa-service that she refused to charge me for. Or ask if I wanted.
"It was only going to be 2K... but then at 25 I said fuck it! Wooo I do these things, my girl.... Listen! This is my phone number," - RIP, THERE GO MY EYEBROWS - "and you promise me you call before you go to your friend Ginny. Do NOT drink! Call me, we smoke cigarettes all night. I smoking for thirty years, I feel great. You and your ginny, go live in Romania with my family, hahaha, you idiot." She kept calling me an idiot and claiming she loves me.
I ended up getting a glycolic acid facial, collagen and vitamin C treatments, and eyebrow waxing. After handing me a card that said "Angelica's Home - Don't DO THAT" without a phone number on it, she climbed up on the table and pulled out a huge "professional use only" microdermabrasion powder thang. It says I need "steam" and sponges. Oh well.
She shoved this in my bag and winked and then handed me a red brick wrapped in a white towel (this supported my neck during this nonsense) and said, "Take. This home with you. DO NOT LET THOSE PEOPLE SEE."
I used what was left on the gift certificate to pay and went to the ATM for tip money. I left her $42.
I was going to call her to make sure she is okay, but she didn't actually write her number on the card. I thought using the gift certificate would be a nice, stress-free... treat (for lack of a better word) that I wouldn't spend money on. But I spent a lot of money. My bad. Angelica isn't responsible for my actions. Maybe not even for hers. But my face is peeling off and hurts and it's two days later.
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