October 1st, 2005

Manicurists are holding our mall hostage!

No, it's true!

At Town Center Mall in Kennesaw, Georgia ('Two days without a hate crime!'), it has become impossible to navigate the hive of high-priced little shops without running into the manicurists. They are always young, thin, metrosexual men, and start out by stepping in front of you. When they ask if they could ask you a question, they are going for your hand. Once they're holding your right or left hand, they won't let it go. They've got 'nail refresher' and 'diamond-sharp nail buffs' and the 'Magical Nail-Rejuvenating Shroud of Karthalamar (+9 against cuticles)'. It all comes out to you being stuck listening to a sales pitch for several minutes while they've got your hand.

Once you've had a nail buffed, moisturized, and refreshed, they hit you with a price--last time it was around forty-five dollars for a buff and two bottles of lotion-y things. Want to try and refuse? The guy still has your hand! He's going to offer you a discount now--No?--wait, no, a bigger discount--he touches your shoulder, compliments, waves the little bottles, talks about the free carrying case--and is aghast at the fact that you don't want to pay thirty bucks and change (which went to Terry Pratchett's 'Thud' and some dinner, thank you) for his magical nail replenishing serum. But wait! He's still got your hand! Help! Mall Police! He begins to have a minor mental breakdown that may involve needing money for college. When you yank your hand away and run screaming toward the kindly nerds at EB games (the strength of their unplucked eyebrows and knowledge of the lost lore of Infocom is great), the manicurist will try to follow you.

Or, at least, he followed me. I suppose he couldn't understand that I wasn't disarmed enough by his femimasculine wiles to buy the crap.

Seriously, though, these guys are really pushy. Has anyone else run into them before? The T-mobile stand boys don't chase you all over the mall!

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I called 911 to report my ex-husband was outside. At 2am. I gave them my correct address, slowly and clearly. She said they would send a officer out. The officer who responded, parked WAY down the street, allowing the ex to get away. Earlier, my car was broken into, but they didn't take anything, because I guess the alarm went off and scared them.

Argh! Say Mr. Officer, ya think you can look at your screen and not get the house at the end of the block mixed up with my house? Not that hard to know where to go, when I told the operator I live above the Beauty Shop. Thanks. This is the ex who IMed me and told me I should be killed. Yes, I have so much hope for my Fort Worth Police Department.


Edit to add:: the officer admitted to me he had pulled up to the wrong house. And while he was pulling up, the ex took off anyway, so no matter if he did get to my house, the ex bolted.
He came back RIGHT after the cops left, so we chased him down and he didn't come back. I sent a offline message to him on yahoo telling him to leave me alone. If he doesn't, then I will talk to his uncle. They are arabic, so he might listen to his uncle. :-/
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