shake my damn head

okay so yesterday i got my hair braided at this young lady's house right? since i got her number through my mom's best friend, i was a little skeptical about going to her house and sitting there for like 5 hours because i didnt know her.

anyways, when i picked her up, we had to go to the beauty supply store to get the hair and someones house after that because she left the rods there.

in the car, this woman gets on the phone and has a 30 min conversation with someone that consisted of her talking about:

-fuckin raw with her "ex"

-how he tried to get her pregnant by comin inside of her

-when she lost the baby

-how bad of a bitch she is and how she's "not afraid to shoot a hoe"

-him running trains on some white girls in her bed and fuckin a stripper & a hoe

-how he poured hot sauce on the floor, put a hole in the wall, and tore up some of her other belongings

-and how he put her in jail somehow..

i'm just driving around thinkin, "what kind of woman is about to do my hair?!" i didnt want to hear all of that because i dont know her. just TMI.

it calmed down A LITTLE when we got back to her apartment...until her 40 something year old friend comes over. now this woman was one of those Maury baby mama "im a 1,001 percent sure he's the baby daddy" type females. She said something about how all FIVE of her baby daddies are the real fathers and they were asking for a DNA test.. smh but she knows their the fathers because she "knows who she's been fucking and when"

then she talked about how she hasnt done the "cheating thang" on her man in a while until she met this man on myspace.

now hold on.. WHO THE HELL STILL USES MYSPACE!?

anyways she then proceeds to sit by me at the table and roll up a blunt. now mind you, a two year old little girl is sitting about 5 ft away eating her lunch. while shes's rolling the blunt, 3 more people come. so i didnt have an issue with them smoking because i figured they'd just go outside or something. but nahh.. right there at the damn table where im getting my hair braided and the damn lady braiding my hair smoked too! i'm just thinkin "hell nahh.. my hair better not come out smelling like weed"

but thats DEF not all.. the blunt rolling lady [oh yeah she sells green too] then pulls out a damn bottle of Bicardi and starts gulping that shit down and said "shit i'ma get wasted before i go pick up my kids!". my lord.

eventually she leaves but it doesnt end there. within the last 3 hours of hair braiding, i had to listen to her and her sister talking about having sex with their boyfriends, the boyfriends having sex with other women, how some customers put her "livelihood in jeopordize" [???] and a bunch of other shit. i couldnt WAIT til she was done with my hair so i could leave.

i just dont know. ive never been in a situation like that before. like i honestly wouldnt mind if i knew them, but shit, i dont! therefore, i'm not paying you to listen to all that and come out smelling like weed in the end.

i understand you're running a business out of your home but have some sense of professionalism. i was paying for a nice hair-do, not an experience in the midst of a hot ghetto mess. smh.