Tanabed Island

I wandered in here because I knew someone that knew someone that went there. I had never tanned before, and I thought this small shop would be a good place to start.
The owner seems like she wants to have an upscale tanning «resort», but it’s not quite there.
I experienced two distinctly different front desk personalities, and both of them irritated me. One girl acted like I was interrupting her texting when I came in, and the other never stopped talking about her personal life, to the point of keeping me standing there forever.
The absolute worst thing about this place, and the reason I stopped going? The bird. Yes, I said bird.
I’m guessing the bird was brought in to try and enhance the tropical theme. It’s one of those birds that talks… sorry, I don’t know my birds, so I can’t say what kind it is.
Anyway, this bird SHRIEKS random stuff. It screams «hello» and other words, but it also just screams. So you’re laying in your tanning bed, trying to relax, and all of the sudden it sounds like the bird is being choked to death. I just couldn’t handle laying there for 12 minutes and half-​falling asleep, only to be jarred awake by that damn bird.
Would I go back if the bird were gone? Nope. I’ve moved on to a better place.