Catching bees with honey…
It’s predictable that a daughter of frugal Blake would be a Groupon fan. Seb’s birthday? Groupon. My lunch all last week? Groupon. The new Havianas on my sons feet? Groupon!
I am a Groupon groupie for myself as well. I am getting lasered and massaged and facialed and pedicured on a regular basis.
But on occasion, these discounted vouchers cause me grief,, which frankly I didn’t pay for.
The other day I was in for my laser hair removal and in typical
Hk style, the room was tiny. I put on my robe and the girl start zapping away.
Suddenly there was a tap at the door. It was one of the front desk girls. She started talking to me about my very hairy arms and telling me I should get them lasered. Then she looked at my calves, nearly shrieked and ran out. I sighed in relief.
Sadly, she returned with someone else. Now there is the hapless girl doing the lasering, me and two others. If I didn’t have all those years of ivf drs appts I would have been embarrassed.
Once she has recovered from the shock, the latest observer speaks in rapid Chinese and her colleague translates how inattractive my hairy lower legs are and they must be lasered. Thankfully and coincidentally they are offering 15 per cent off that day on lasering services but I must sign up today! And pay! Now! Of course!
The truth of the matter is I am getting the lower legs done at another establishment with another Groupon voucher. But no
Need to divulge that information.
That’s the bad thing about Groupon – you are more likely to get criticism. I went for a facial the other day and was told I need to come back every week (which I can do when I buy their package) because I am getting very old, very fast!
I told the last I am 43 years old and don’t mind looking my age.
She explained with the caviar facial I would not need to worry about smiling so much.
I explained that I wouldn’t be buying the caviar package.
And then I smiled at her.
Don’t do that! She screamed.
