We have no idea who you are, but we're inclined to like you. First of all, we suspect you're hilarious after your third harvey wallbanger.
Beyond that, this must be said: there's multi-tasking and there's multi-tasking. For instance, we recall watching a beauty pageant as a child and were enthralled by one particular contestant whose talent was tap-dancing as she juggled lit torches. While we doubted she'd have much practical real-world application for her spectacular tap-juggling, it was nevertheless an intriguing skill-set.
But Mable, the ability to give a bitch a rinse-and-set, while adjusting the carburetor on a McCulloch MXC kicks tap-juggling's ass.
We live, Ms. Peabody, in the era of one-stop shopping. We've seen everything from laundromat/tanning salons to dog-grooming chiropractors.
With that in mind, we admire the entrepreneurial spunk required to open the world's first go-to resource for the sensible lady who'd like her permanent did while getting her chain drive greased. Or for that matter, your establishment is a convenient alternative for the discerning transvestite logger whose fuel line is clogged yet who also needs his brows tweezed and his roots touched up.
However, we are just a wee bit concerned that in the middle of an unforeseen rush you might inadvertently give a henna rinse to a refurbished Black and Decker and replace some poor woman's front hand grip and tighten her bar nuts. We also hope you're even-keeled and you avoid the meth, because on a bad day you might snap and give a gal a little off the top with a turbo-charged Husqvarna 359.
Why, that would make about as much sense as Paul Bunyan trying to fell a sequoia with a lash curler.
Mable sez: "I subscribed to this blog's feed while giving a frost-n-tip to an Echo CS-341."