Even With A Migraine, You’re A Better Customer Than Most

I desperately need a haircut, but the day I plan to go in, I get a rotten migraine. It isn’t until the later afternoon that it goes away and I walk into the salon. There is just one woman there.

Me: “I’d like a haircut, please.”

Hairdresser: *Long pause* “Oh… Well…”

I finally really look around. The place is empty, the floors are clean, and she’s alone. The penny drops.

Me: “Oh, my God, you’re closing in like two minutes, aren’t you?”

Hairdresser: “Yes, we are.”

Me: “I’m such a dork. Sorry about that. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Hairdresser: *Relieved* “Thank you!”

I came the next day at the right time — when they were open. She recognized me and was very nice. She told me that so many people throw a fit and she was so happy I wasn’t one of them!