MEN WHO SAID NO

“I told the doctor I broke my leg in two places.  He told me to stop going to those places.”  Henry Youngman

As of late, my blog posts have been a bit rushed as I strive to keep my commitment to post everyday for a year.  To assist with this there is a function that allows me to write ahead and schedule posts to appear on certain days.

Recently, I’ve had to use that function.  I’ve been traveling a bit this summer.  My next trip, which commenced this morning, is a week in New York with two lady friends.  Two months ago we booked an AirB&B in Manhattan for a great price, and then went about arranging other details.

Three days before our departure we contacted the gentlemen who owns the lodging where we’d be staying to find out where to get the key and other small details.  We got the info.  That evening, we also got an email saying he was canceling our reservation.  That was the first “no” of this trip.  After the woman who is making arrangements for our trip mentally wished this gentleman an eternity rotting in hell, she got on the Internet and found other lodging for us.

The second “no” came from my hairdresser, Tony.  I went to see him yesterday and requested that he cut my long hair into a short style.  It seemed that would be easier for travel.  He said, “No”.  He agreed to make it a bit shorter but not short.  Then he put a half dozen shades of purple into my hair, my favorite color, and cut my hair into an easy style that suits me quite well.

hair

Then Tony told me about a fabulous product that can be used with conditioner to keep the purple from washing out, or revitalizes it, or something.  I think I need to work on my listening skills.  I said that I bet he sold that product.  Well, yes, he happened to have a bit of it on hand.  I purchased.  I feel cared for.

My last task was to finish packing, which is easy because I take jeans and black tops.  Small carry-on and medium sized purse.  I’m going to see, not to be seen, except for my stunning new hair style!

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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