At the Hairdresser

I was at the hairdresser last week.  He was late coming in, so his assistant coloured my hair.  I told her about the estate sale in my neighbourhood that I visited recently where I got a wheelbarrow for a couple of dollars.  She told me she loved garage sales.  In fact, she bought this sealed box of high quality pyrex dishes for $20 at one time.  She ended up giving it to a friend for a wedding gift.  The funny thing is, the friend loved the dishes and asked her where she got them.  She had to tell her that she forgot where she bought them.  We laughed at the 'little white lie'.  Most importantly, the dishes were loved!

So then, the esthetician came over to us, bringing me a cup of coffee.  The assistant thought she had not made it the way I like it, but indeed she had put 'just milk'.  I was surprised that she knew how I liked my coffee and I mentioned how lovely her hair was looking that day.  She told me the assistant had done her hair.  When the esthetician left, the assistant confided to me that it was in fact a wig!

The assistant had also been busy with another customer and quickly washed my hair before she had to attend to the other person.  The hairdresser came in just in time to cut my hair.  While he was cutting, the assistant came over and put mousse in my hair asking if I felt all the grey had been covered.

I left feeling very pampered that day!