Gnomdins
"What do you mean you have to cancel?!" she roared into her phone.
"Honey. I'm sorry you know I wouldn't if it wasn't an emergency!"
"Well, thanks a fucking lot for NOTHING!" She threw her phone down onto her desk, running her fingers through her hair feeling her heart rate skyrocket.
Whipping around in her chair she frantically searched for a nearby hairdresser, her presentation was in an hour. If she didn't look like people paid her for the privilege of doing her hair then this was going to be a colossal failure. 'Gnomdins?' Whatever, it would do in a pinch. She was a whirlwind flying around her office grabbing all she needed and running out the door. After driving way too fast and way too furious she flew into the parking lot right up in front of the building. The shades were pulled half way down to block the sun out, leaving her with no way to get a first impression. She bit at her lip and headed up to the door, taking her sunglasses off and looking up; her jaw hit the floor.
"Gnomes?!" Slipped out, probably loud enough for everyone to hear. She stood dumbfounded, unable to move. Just glancing around at what looked like giant lawn gnomes doing hair. Everyone was smiling, joking, enjoying their experiences. The gnomes were dressed in salon aprons over their traditional clothing. High-end products lined shelves and the entire building had a gleam of the higher class. Except...for the gnomes.
"Hello!" The young gnome woman at the front desk waved her over.
Her feet seemed to be moving on their own because she was certainly still dumbfounded.
"How can we help you today?" Her eyes crinkled at the sides and her mouth slightly turned up into a friendly smile.
Okay, so that super isn't a costume then.
"Miss?" The gnome tried to garner her attention one last time.
"Oh, uh...right. I, uh, need my hair done." She could smack herself, she sounded like an idiot child.
"Certainly, what did you want to be done?"
She seemed to come back to herself for the moment.
"Okay listen, my normal hairdresser cancelled and I have a big presentation in an hour. I need this done perfectly and quickly. Can you help?"
The young gnomes smile widened. "Of course! Gnomeron will be just perfect for you." She chirped and waddled further into the salon as she followed behind.
A male gnome, Gnomeron, she assumed was sweeping up around his chair when the receptionist waddled up to him to explain the situation.
"Oooh, I do love a challenge." He pursed his lips thinking for a moment.
He ushered her into the chair and shooed the receptionist away to let him 'think'. He ran his hands over her hair, tucked some pieces behind her ear and tied it all back in a pony.
"Well, Miss?"
"Jaclyn." She muttered impatiently.
"Jaclyn, lovely. I believe I've got the perfect style in mind for you. Let's get you into the sink!"
He spun the chair around, leaning her back into the sink and washing her hair, like any normal salon. She closed her eyes and let him work, feeling him tip her back out and start blow drying. For a moment she almost forgot what a ridiculous situation she was in. The snipping of scissors pulled her right back into the present as Gnomeron toiled away on her hair.
She just closed her eyes and tried to forget again, feeling different brushes run through, having products slathered this way and that. Until, finally, he spun her around and whipped her cape off like a magician. She opened her eyes to see a gorgeous blowout. She had loose waves framing her face, that Gnomeron was still fidgeting into perfect positioning. Her bangs high up and pinned back, making her look like she just got back from riding a horse along the beach.
"Oh. My god. It's-"
"Beautiful! I know! I do amazing work dear." Gnomeron clapped happily.
"Thank you. Thank you so much." Was all she could keep muttering as he waddled back up to the reception with her.
The receptionists' eyes crinkled the same way, so happy seeing her new hair.
"Oh, you look absolutely stunning! I think your presentation will go just swimmingly!"
Jaclyn gave a deep sigh, "Thank you, thank you so much. Honestly, I was a little wary coming in but...I'm so glad I did."
The gnomes smiled.
"What do I owe you?" She asked pulling out her wallet.
"Oh no, no. We don't accept cash here." The receptionist waved her off.
Jaclyn looked at her in confusion.
"We only accept, l i f e f o r c e." Gnomerons cheery voice dropped to a demon. His eyes glowed red, jaw unhinged like a snake, sucking the life right out of Jaclyn. Leaving her a flattened looking piece of paper.
The doorbell chimed again.
"Oh, welcome to Gnomdins!"
"Honey. I'm sorry you know I wouldn't if it wasn't an emergency!"
"Well, thanks a fucking lot for NOTHING!" She threw her phone down onto her desk, running her fingers through her hair feeling her heart rate skyrocket.
Whipping around in her chair she frantically searched for a nearby hairdresser, her presentation was in an hour. If she didn't look like people paid her for the privilege of doing her hair then this was going to be a colossal failure. 'Gnomdins?' Whatever, it would do in a pinch. She was a whirlwind flying around her office grabbing all she needed and running out the door. After driving way too fast and way too furious she flew into the parking lot right up in front of the building. The shades were pulled half way down to block the sun out, leaving her with no way to get a first impression. She bit at her lip and headed up to the door, taking her sunglasses off and looking up; her jaw hit the floor.
"Gnomes?!" Slipped out, probably loud enough for everyone to hear. She stood dumbfounded, unable to move. Just glancing around at what looked like giant lawn gnomes doing hair. Everyone was smiling, joking, enjoying their experiences. The gnomes were dressed in salon aprons over their traditional clothing. High-end products lined shelves and the entire building had a gleam of the higher class. Except...for the gnomes.
"Hello!" The young gnome woman at the front desk waved her over.
Her feet seemed to be moving on their own because she was certainly still dumbfounded.
"How can we help you today?" Her eyes crinkled at the sides and her mouth slightly turned up into a friendly smile.
Okay, so that super isn't a costume then.
"Miss?" The gnome tried to garner her attention one last time.
"Oh, uh...right. I, uh, need my hair done." She could smack herself, she sounded like an idiot child.
"Certainly, what did you want to be done?"
She seemed to come back to herself for the moment.
"Okay listen, my normal hairdresser cancelled and I have a big presentation in an hour. I need this done perfectly and quickly. Can you help?"
The young gnomes smile widened. "Of course! Gnomeron will be just perfect for you." She chirped and waddled further into the salon as she followed behind.
A male gnome, Gnomeron, she assumed was sweeping up around his chair when the receptionist waddled up to him to explain the situation.
"Oooh, I do love a challenge." He pursed his lips thinking for a moment.
He ushered her into the chair and shooed the receptionist away to let him 'think'. He ran his hands over her hair, tucked some pieces behind her ear and tied it all back in a pony.
"Well, Miss?"
"Jaclyn." She muttered impatiently.
"Jaclyn, lovely. I believe I've got the perfect style in mind for you. Let's get you into the sink!"
He spun the chair around, leaning her back into the sink and washing her hair, like any normal salon. She closed her eyes and let him work, feeling him tip her back out and start blow drying. For a moment she almost forgot what a ridiculous situation she was in. The snipping of scissors pulled her right back into the present as Gnomeron toiled away on her hair.
She just closed her eyes and tried to forget again, feeling different brushes run through, having products slathered this way and that. Until, finally, he spun her around and whipped her cape off like a magician. She opened her eyes to see a gorgeous blowout. She had loose waves framing her face, that Gnomeron was still fidgeting into perfect positioning. Her bangs high up and pinned back, making her look like she just got back from riding a horse along the beach.
"Oh. My god. It's-"
"Beautiful! I know! I do amazing work dear." Gnomeron clapped happily.
"Thank you. Thank you so much." Was all she could keep muttering as he waddled back up to the reception with her.
The receptionists' eyes crinkled the same way, so happy seeing her new hair.
"Oh, you look absolutely stunning! I think your presentation will go just swimmingly!"
Jaclyn gave a deep sigh, "Thank you, thank you so much. Honestly, I was a little wary coming in but...I'm so glad I did."
The gnomes smiled.
"What do I owe you?" She asked pulling out her wallet.
"Oh no, no. We don't accept cash here." The receptionist waved her off.
Jaclyn looked at her in confusion.
"We only accept, l i f e f o r c e." Gnomerons cheery voice dropped to a demon. His eyes glowed red, jaw unhinged like a snake, sucking the life right out of Jaclyn. Leaving her a flattened looking piece of paper.
The doorbell chimed again.
"Oh, welcome to Gnomdins!"
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