The tan-credible hulk
laura Denton, 29, from Northallerton, was left feeling green after a trip to the tanning salon...
Chatting, films and a takeaway...a perfect Saturday night in!
But me and my mate Rosie, 23, were starting early.
‘Shall we get a spray tan?’ she asked that afternoon in March 2012.
She explained there was a great new place in town we could try.
I applied a bit of fake tan every now and then, but I’d never been to a tanning salon before.
‘Sure, let’s glam ourselves up!’ I grinned.
So I drove us into town and we made our way to the salon.
‘Looks very professional!’ I whispered to Rosie as we walked through the door.
The salon assistant at reception told us about a new tanning product that was on offer.
‘It’ll react to your own natural skin tone and enhance the colour,’ she explained. ‘Sounds good,’ agreed Rosie. So we paid up, stripped, and put on the protective paper underwear the salon gave us.
I went into the booth first, and closed my eyes as
I was sprayed with the tanning product.
Just as I was leaving the booth, I looked at my arm and noticed that it looked a little off.
Almost as if it had a slight green tinge...
It’ll pass, I thought. After all, spray tans need a few hours to properly sink in and adapt.
But when Rosie emerged 15 minutes later, my mouth fell open.
My mate had turned a chocolate-brown shade!
‘And you’re green!’ she exclaimed.
Looking down at myself again, I realised she was right.
We stared at each other, gobsmacked, before going to find the salon assistant to find out what went wrong.
‘Leave it overnight, it’ll go down,’ she assured us.
I hoped so, didn’t want to go out looking like an alien!
Blushing (underneath it all!), we just wanted to get back to Rosie’s place and wait it out.
But we’d have to cross the busy high street to get to the car park!
‘OK,’ I sighed to Rosie, ‘ let’s go for it!’
Dashing through the crowds of weekend shoppers, we got a lot of funny looks!
We thought we might as well have a laugh!
‘Hello!’ cooed Rosie at the perplexed passers-by.
‘Afternoon!’ I giggled, waving.
We finally made it back to the car and burst into laughter.
We weren’t going to let it ruin our girlie movie night, but we couldn’t bring ourselves to stop for popcorn.
As the evening went on, the tans didn’t settle any better. If anything, they got worse. Rosie had turned really dark, and my sickly green tinge hadn’t faded one bit.
‘I look like a female Hulk!’ I laughed as we snapped some funny photos.
The next day, I was still bright green.
‘I’ve got work tomorrow!’ I squeaked to Rosie.
Working as a teaching assistant, I could hardly walk into school looking like the Incredible Hulk!
I spent at least 30 minutes in a boiling hot shower, desperately trying to scrub off the tan.
We weren’t upset, but we did make a complaint to the salon, who apologised and offered another session free of charge. No thanks!
We never did find out why the product reacted the way it did, but I suppose you’ve gotta laugh!
I had work the next day, could hardly walk in looking like this! you’ve gotta laugh!
Browned off and green around the gills!