The Incompatibility of Drybar and Disability

So, y'all know I’m #disabled and my spine is fused, ya? Check this out: Yesterday at @thedrybar, a stylist threw a temper tantrum while wetting my hair, threw the nozzle down, threw her hands up like she wanted to fight me, and umm yeah. I was sitting in the chair wrong, apparently (no) and she became so incensed when I became frustrated by her telling me I was sitting wrong (again) when I had remained still after she had just said “don’t move.” I emphatically asked her to tell me what she needed me to do so I could do it—prompting her outburst. The mgmt was solid and bc it was my #sisters #wedding and not a solo #service, I stayed. The #stylist who picked up the other woman’s mess, turned it around like a true pro. I thought it VERY odd and greedy that #drybar didn’t offer to comp my service after what I was subjected to, but whatever. I don’t know how their staff are compensated and I definitely wanted to avoid negative repercussions on the brilliant woman who stepped in and turned it around. But then I saw the extent of damage caused by the unhinged tantrum I received. So, I’m about to walk in and show them. #wishmeluck #customerservice was very nice on the phone yesterday but since I’m over here for another errand. Ya know. (at Drybar Marina Del Ray)