Chapter 2 – The Comment That Went Too Far
Audrey, accustomed to occasional rudeness from clients having a difficult day, absorbed the initial comment with practiced professional patience, focusing carefully on delivering exactly the polished, precise manicure Diana had requested despite the unpleasant tone accompanying the request.
Diana, however, continued throughout the appointment, her comments growing steadily more pointed. “I don’t know how people do this for a living, honestly,” she said, examining her nails critically midway through the process. “Must be nice, not having any real ambition. Just doing nails, day after day, no pressure to actually accomplish anything.”
“There’s more to this work than people often assume,” Audrey said evenly, maintaining her composure despite the sting of the dismissal.
“I’m sure,” Diana said, in a tone that made clear she believed exactly the opposite. “I just think it’s important for young women to have real career ambitions, you know? Something more than a strip-mall job with no actual future to it.”
The comment, delivered with a casual, unthinking condescension that Audrey had encountered occasionally throughout her year at the salon, landed with unusual weight this time, perhaps because of Diana’s persistent, escalating rudeness throughout the appointment rather than any single remark alone.
Audrey finished the manicure with the same careful professionalism she brought to every client, saying nothing further about the comments, though the interaction stayed with her considerably longer than most difficult clients usually did.
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