Picture it ladies. You have a date the next day and realize you're in desperate need of an eyebrow wax. Unfortunately you have a meeting on the other end of the valley that goes way past spa closing time. In a desperate rush you are searching yelp, trying to find places that have walk-ins available. After two failed attempts, you are running out of time and losing hope. Then you see it. Fuchsia. And it's all pink. You feel like you've possibly discovered the holy effing grail of spas.
Then it ends.
While the waxing was done well and the price was reasonable and about the same as what I pay at my regular joint, the staff made it uncomfortable. There was really no place to sit and wait.. well there was, but it was hidden and I wasn't informed of it, while my room was being prepared. The wax started out fantastic with the typical awkward chat.. but then it got weird.
A huge sales pitch started telling me how I needed all these other services done and made me feel like I would regret it if I didn't. It reminded me of the times I went to the dentist as a child and was told how horrible my teeth were even though they were perfect. I walked out completely weirded out and in a foul mood. Sad face.