I was supposed to run errands after work today.
Instead, I got a facial.
I’d booked my usual boring brow wax at the local Aveda Institute that I’ve been going to for about a year. Cheap-ish prices for what you get, and no tipping since it’s a school. Definitely right up this cheapskate’s alley. Plus, they obviously use Aveda products, which I love (LOVE!)
Anway, I walked in and the girl at the desk told me they’d had a cancellation and would I be interested in a complimentary facial. I was only half-listening because I figured it was just another sales pitch, but the “complimentary” caught my attention. I confirmed that it was, in fact, free and I could pick from any of the facials they offered — from $32 to $50+.
I’ve never had a facial, and normally with something like this — unknown and therefore somehow risky in my worrisome mind — I would pass over it. But for some reason, I told her I’d love to have the facial. That I had plenty of time this particular Wednesday to be pampered. So they whisked me off, plopped me in a robe, turned down the lights, and worked away.
And boy was it amazing! Who needs to pay a higher price for a massage when you basically get a massage as part of a facial? My scalp, neck, shoulders, arms, and feet were all massaged at some point. And all the good smelling products on top of it? Oohh boy was I loving it. I wasn’t fully relaxed for the whole thing, partly because I was a first timer and partly because I still couldn’t believe there wasn’t a catch. In fact, I half-expected to have to pay afterward because of some sort of miscommunication.
But an hour and a half later, I walked out of there with a facial valued at $40, which I got for $11, the cost of my original appointment for a brow wax. Not bad for a Wednesday night.