I was doing the hair of an adorable elderly lady that was just passing through town. She was one of those classical “beauty salon once a week” gals, but since she’d been traveling, she hadn’t been in three weeks. But she made a special trip because, as she put it:
“When your husband of 53 years wakes up in the morning and says ‘your hair looks awful’ then you know its time to go to the beauty salon.”
I didn’t mind chatting with her, and she loved her hair. I’m a little sad she doesn’t live in town, so she can’t come visit me regularly.