Chapter 2
Chapter 2
S he had already broken protocol by calling attention to herself in a most egregious way. Not that she could help it. It wasn’t her fault she leaned on a window and got gum in her hair. Not her fault a resort that prided itself on customer service had a line five people deep. Not her fault the pair of legs and breasts in front of her was using her powers for evil by tying up all available men in the room. Don’t be bitter, she chided herself. If Carol had the ability to bend men to her whims and soak up all the testosterone in a room, she would probably use it as often as 36D on stilts did. It wasn’t French Barbie’s fault that Carol leaned more cute than sexy, and that was on a good day, one in which the majority of her hair was not tangled in a mess of someone else’s chew toy.
The salon hadn’t wanted to take her immediately, another strike against a place that was racking them up like bug bites in summer. It took going to the dark side and becoming Grumpy Guest to once again get her way. She didn’t like to do it but—and she couldn’t stress this enough—it was a five star resort. She knew from a massive amount of experience what that should entail. So far this resort was lacking in all the ways. Carol pulled out her list and added the spa’s unhelpful desk clerk to it, along with the exact time the call had taken place. When this was over, she would give the resort an earful they wouldn’t forget. And then they would rue; they would all rue. Until then she would pray and hope the stylist was better with gum than she was with good manners.