So now that I live in Houston, it’s a 45 minute drive to get to the lady who cuts my hair. (She’s cut my hair for a long time, so I don’t mind the drive.) And last nite I had a haircut at 7. Everyone was rather cheery and festive, and I arrived somewhat early – so I sat in the waiting area, talking on the phone with the lovely Wanda and discussed the large sausage she just received (with wine and pate — quite the gift basket if you ask me).
So Missy comes to get me and we’re walking back to wash my hair and as we’re walking by this woman stops us. I had seen her while I was waiting, rushing here and there with books and stuff – I figured she must be the owner of the place. She was probably in her late 40s, early 50s, and wearing some funky baggy pants/shorts thing with a sweater and boots that apparently went all the way up to the cabbage patch.
Anyway, so we’re walking by and she stops and says “I just wanted to tell you that we all think you’re real cute.” I was like “um, ok” and figured she was talking to Missy since I’d never seen her before. So I just sorta blinked and she walked on.
I was like “was she talking to you?” and Missy was like “I’ve worked with her for 18 years, I seriously doubt she’d just one day come and say ‘we all think you’re real cute.'” I was totally taken back. People don’t just tell me things like that, much less total strangers. (Well, I got it all the time when I was a little kid from old women — they’re all “Oh, you’re so cute! I love your red hair! Want to trade?” I seem to associate that memory to a rather scary feeling — old strangers offering me their hair. Yikes.)
But anyway, it was really nice. Made my night. 🙂