TONY

“Maybe it’s her hair!”

Last fall, in a moment of despair, I quit going to the hair salon that I had frequented for a number of years.  The person I was going to kept me looking, in spite of my requests for a little more daring, traditional, interspersing my visit with tirades against his former wife.   These weren’t fun visits.  In my frustration I simply quit going to all salons.  No cuts, no color, oh my!

A lovely friend, noticing that I was courting ugly, suggested I try her hairdresser.  She described him as wonderful.  She said his name is Tony.

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OK.  This isn’t exactly what I was looking for.

I made an appointment and decided to be blunt with Tony.  A new start with clear communication.  “I’m 75-years-old and I’m looking for a hairstyle that’s a bit sassy, bordering on slutty.”  Tony remained calm as he examined my hair.  He probably wondered if there was anyone else available to examine the rest of my head.  “Can you make me beautiful,” I asked.   In a gentle voice he said, “I can make you better”.  I knew I had found my man.

What I noticed about Tony, throughout my visits, was his kindness to other customers as he answered their questions about concerns and products.  And, big bonus points, he laughed at my jokes.,

I now have deep purple hair that I simply shake out as it air drys.  It’s the right degree of sassy.  I’m looking to add some gold streaks.  Maybe a touch of magenta.

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The other thing I like about Tony is that he also remembers other aspects of his customer’s lives.  He remembered that I’m going to do some traveling this fall.  At my last appointment he gave me some samples that would be easy to pack.  He started with some eye cream.  As he rummaged through his basket of goodies he asked, “Did I give you some eye cream?”

After I assured him that he did he gave me a passel of various hair products.  “I gave you the eye cream, didn’t I?” he asked again.  I assured him that he had.  A message about the slight pillows around my eyes, Tony?

Fortunately, with my aging vision all I have to do is take off my glasses to make my face look radiant and rather perfect.  But thanks for the care and concern, Tony.  We all need someone to care, don’t we.

Loveya – The Grandma

 

 

 

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Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.

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