And then I saw the giant STOP sign on the door. Evidently if you can't produce a valid cosmetologist's license, you're not fit to even enter their hallowed floor space.
What the bloody hell is that all about? I know that some of the chemical products sold at these stores are for professional use only, and it would be reasonable to restrict sales of those products. But since the fuck when do I need to go to beauty school to learn to safely use garden-variety hair care products? If left to their own devices, do the unlicensed masses shove boar bristle brushes up their rectums and use conditioner as salad dressing? Somehow I never seemed to have that problem with anything I bought at Sally, nor did the products all converge upon my unprofessional self and administer a beatdown as soon as I set foot inside the store.
Really, though, is it that difficult to require a license for the "professional use only" products and allow the general public to purchase items that are, danger-wise, no different from what you can buy at any old grocery store? Or maybe the do sell brushes with a plutonium core and multi-part conditioner that turns into superglue if you screw up the proportions by .000001 gram. Either way, they obviously don't want my money, so I'll continue going to Sally and hoping that my Silkomb doesn't slit my throat in my sleep because I bought it without a license. ZOMG the horror.