“Meez Kreestan?,” I heard my name called on Saturday afternoon.
I was chilling in the relaxation room at the Hilton Sandestin spa awaiting my scheduled facial.
“That’s me,” I replied, handing her my waiver release form.
I followed my facialist back to her room and she asked me to lay down on her table and close my eyes.
Aah, my long-awaiting facial was here at last… or so I thought.
I closed my eyes and immediately felt searing hot goo being slurred under my right eyebrow.
Startled, it took a moment for my brain to process what was happening.
I may not always be the brightest bulb on the Christmas lights but this sure as heck did not feel like any facial I had ever had.
Gobsmacked, my eyes flying open, it hit me.
“Oh! I’m not here to have my eyebrows waxed. I’m here for a facial!”
“What?! You’re not Meez Kreestan?”
“No, I am. I mean, I’m Kristen MARKS.”
“Ok, hold still,” she replied as she applied the waxing paper and let ‘er rip across my upper eyelid.
Geez, I hope I still have my right eyebrow I thought to myself.
Stunned, I followed the attendant back to the waiting room to await my actual facial.
Apparently, there was another customer awaiting her eyebrow waxing appointment with a similar sounding first name that, when spoken with a heavy accent, sounded like my first name.
When my actual facialist called me back, I had to explain to her why I no longer had my waiver form in my possession.
A few chuckles later, she was able to track down my waiver form from the first lady and I proceeded to have a much-needed, relaxing facial.
I have been working seven days a week and, although I am grateful for my wonderful clients, I sorely needed a reboot this weekend.
My Friday stack of files
Having canceled last-minute a conference I was slated to attend this past weekend, I instead used my newfound “free time” to attack a stack of client files and then proceeded to book myself two nights at the Hilton Sandestin, my favorite, easy getaway venue.
The reset I experienced reminded me that, especially in my line of work, the devil is in the details with one’s estate planning and I need to stay fresh. After all, one small bank account without a beneficiary designation can create the need for an unnecessary and costly probate down the road.
My approach to crafting estate plans for my clients is nothing like the aesthetician who was ready to attack my eyebrows with abandon.
I obtain all of the facts upfront, so I am in a professional position to make well-reasoned recommendations about your estate planning.
Some simple reviewing of the facts by the first aesthetician on Saturday would have avoided the whole eyebrow waxing debacle.
A few easy questions asking me what I was there for and, heck, even looking at the name on my waiver form would have alleviated everyone’s surprise and embarrassment.
My spa experience ended up being amazing and thankfully, my right eyebrow is still on my face and actually looks pretty good.
Hmm, in retrospect, maybe I should have waited to tell the aesthetician she had the wrong person until after she finished my left eyebrow!
Kristen “Gobsmacked at the Spa” Marks
P.S. Don’t get bamboozled into an over-complicated estate plan that is not needed for your particular situation. Schedule your estate planning consultation with me today: 850-439-1191