Nine months ago, I decided that driving almost twenty miles on an often-clogged highway to get my hair cut was a burden. So sadly, I “broke up” with Kelly. For more than 30 years (only 12 of which she was so far away), she had been doing a great job. But on wintry days and summer beach days, the trip was getting to be too much for me.
I had a plan. Two very attractive neighbors have their hair cut at a nearby salon so I tried their hairdresser. I liked her and loved how easy it was to get to her, but after two cuts, I wasn’t really happy. So when I saw a woman waiting next to me in line at the deli counter with a fabulous short haircut, I introduced myself and asked her who cut her hair. I liked woman #2, but not so much the haircut.
So I emailed Kelly and asked her if she would take me back. We had a joyous reunion about a week ago, and you should see my hair. It’s a long trip but who cares?