My hairdresser is a lovely lady. We’re not exactly friends, since I only see her when I have a hair emergency. But, whether it’s the highlighting fumes or the flattering lighting, confidences are shared whenever I sit on her hydraulic lift chair wearing my fetching vinyl wrap.
I’ve always tipped her generously because she performs miracles on my locks every time I go (and she hasn’t raised her prices in 10+ years) but I’ve never given her a gift at Christmas, the way other clients do.
This year, though, I knew she’d been going through some personal turmoil and might need a pick-me-up and, it turns out, I was right.
My gift wasn’t large. She loves pop music so I gave her a CD I’ve had on replay lately (some of you can probably guess which one). For some reason, not sure why, I suggested she listen to the last song on the album first — it’s called “Angels.”
When I mentioned that, I thought she was going to burst into tears right then and there. (Should’ve waited till after the hair cut!)
She proceeded to tell me a very touching story about her own experience with a “guardian angel,” which, in turn, had me on the verge of tears.
We had a great heart-to-heart talk and I left the salon with a bounce in my step — and my hair — and I hope she did too. It reminded me that friendship comes in many forms and sometimes unexpected places … and chairs…..
P.S. Here’s a live version of “Angels” for your listening pleasure. (Credit to ronaldsanfran via YouTube). Enjoy!