Oh I gotta make y'all laugh. Last night I went to this really nice upscale spa in downtown Minneapolis. Shawn got me a gift certificate for my birthday and it had like $200 on the card. So when I called to make the appointment, I didn't ask how much things were; I never thought it would be more than $200!  

Honey, I went all out too; got a manicure, pedicure, bikini wax and eyebrow wax.

When I was done, I was feeling great, feeling smoove... I glided up to the register to pay for all my services and the little man behind the counter smiles and says:  "That'll be $75 in addition to your card!"

I'm like "WHAT? Somebody had better give me some gas money and a bag of groceries for that!"

It literally took all the money off the card PLUS an extra $75! Honeyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, I had a bottle of polish that I picked up 'cause I figured I had a few extra dollars on my card.

I looked at him and shouted: "How much is this damn polish? Is this some $75 polish? Take this off!"

After I wrote a hot-check for the little funky $75, he looked me square in the eye and asks: "Would you like to apply a gratuity?"

At this point, he was taking his life in his own hands.  Any jury would have given me probation for killing him!  I politely told that joker "Hell nawl! Y'all got that extra $75! Gratue off that!"

And to top it off, I had to pay for parking. I'm going back to the Chinese men and women who don't speak English to get my hands and feet "did".  I know they don't sanitize and scrape all the husk off your feet until they draw blood. I know the floor looks like somebody been stomping around the shops with mud on their shoes... I know they use the same towels on customers all week long and only wash them on Friday nights, but shit, at least when I leave I have some change in my pocket!