While she went to fetch the hairdresser, she waited nervously. When they returned at last, the hairdresser appeared uneasy.
“Earlier today, Emily, I received a call informing me that you wanted to cancel your appointment. I thought it was your mother.
My heart fell. Cancelled? How? Nothing has been canceled by me! What “mom” were they referring to?
I saw her at that point.
Carla.
Naturally, she was sitting there having her hair done. She gave me a quick glance while wearing a smug smirk that seemed to be relishing every moment of it. Carla had purposefully canceled my appointment.
“Is there any way that you could still schedule me in?” I asked, attempting to contain my annoyance.
Unfortunately, the hairdresser simply shook her head.
Softly, “I’m sorry,” she said. “One woman contacted and made her own appointment after yours was canceled. Our spaces are all taken. I apologize, honey.
I was stunned. Carla had canceled my appointment and taken my place by pretending to be me or my mother. only to spoil my day.
It was utterly ill.
