The “Privileged, Pretentious and Prima Diva” clientele…

A Prima diva with all the charm and charisma of a warthog and the wits and intellect of a crumpet strides into the salon. Preening, pouting and admiring her facade in every reflective surface along the way and over an hour late for its appointment, not a care in the world..

“Oh, I’m sorry I’m a few minutes late.. (insert disingenuous and woeful excuse)”

Mmmmmmm, Whatever Lauretta, gurl, you strutted in here acting like you’re Evangelista walkin milano Versace fall 96, wait..what the fuck!? Is that a fucken matcha almond nipple milked latte in your precious hand?.. Never mind, you are over an hour late for your appointment.. As long as you are hydrated your highness…. impeccable manners ya mole! where the fuck is mine!?..Oh AND what is this.. Oh ok, that’s just 500 bags of shopping… Uh huh.. Must have been an emergency! You just had to squeeze that retail splurge in between meeting your insecure misery guts Pilates clone “yummy mums” for brunch before rally driving it over here (not forgetting a quick stop off at the local bio dynamic vegan pollen drip, holistic twig tanbark dust alkaline hydration mastibation conceptual cafè).. No, no don’t mind me Lauretta, take a seat and demand that you want a complete hair over haul akin to KimNaye that would literally take 18 stylists and up to 16 hours to achieve.. Oh! You “EXPECT IT” and you must be out of the salon in 40 minutes!.. Of course! No sweat Big L, I’ll just figure out a way to bend the laws of time and physics so you can get home in time to watch the latest pox riddled episode of the “Kuntashians”… You’re so right! You must find more time for yourself, poor darling, absolutely run ragged.. I don’t know how you do it all!! You are amazing!! Inspirational!! Definitely must have more YOU time!!..Wait…You just got back from Maldives, didn’t you!?.. What!? Terrible!?… No, well I completely agree, it’s not a holiday, not if you have to “babysit” you’re own children for quarter of an hour because the kids club closed early one afternoon! Oh how could u bare it!?.. Three cheers for mummy of the century!! Hurray, Hurray, hurray!! Oh, You needed to be out 29mins ago?? . No! I’m so so sorry!! I’m making you late, completely my fault, I must atone!! Might I grovel at your feet? Will I gift you my first born!?… You are my one and only client, without you I’m ruined.. Yes, That’s right, I exist only to cater and pamper you’re spoilt sanctimonious head.. I pledge my undying devotion to be the fixer for your impossible expectations and infuriating demands, nothing fulfils my down trodden beauty school drop out, bimbo existence more than to be so privileged to listen to your never ending poisonous prattle, the tiresome carousel of keeping up with the wank stains! Lauretta, you are the perfect display of deluded middle class that feebly attempt to masquerade as old money but the neuvo always shines through like a discarded Ferrero Roche wrapper, squished into some neither region of a faux Chesterfield couch purchased from Super Amart. I do so relish in those last seconds of being in your condescending servitude.. I dread the moment that you must dash off to another incredibly imperative but glamorous social event, I can only dream of the life you have, sniping and moaning at mothers group or Ohhhh-ing and ahhhh-ing over a thermomix demonstration, pushing your little darlings into activities they despise to vicariously reclaim some of your youth..Until you return and grace me with your pretentious presence I will be distraught, distressed, inconsolable and empty. Pathetically whimpering and impatiently waiting for a tiny fragment of your glorious light to return and revive me.. Praying all the seconds of the drawn out days that I may be so divinely blessed with your generous patronage once more..Oh please Lauretta, let it be so…

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