Long, long ago, I had my ears pierced. It was no big deal. The piercer gave me “gold” studs to wear until my ears healed and that was it.
It occurred to me that I never wear the diamond studs that Peter gave me. I contemplated getting a second hole pierced in one ear so that I could wear one all the time. It would be a way to keep Peter close to me.
First, I walked into a local jewelry store to ask where they sent customers to get their ears pierced.
That’s how I found my piercing place. It was nearby so I went to have a look. They wouldn’t let me in without an appointment because they are very careful about Covid. And they didn’t have any appointments left for that day.
I called and made an appointment for a few days later. They said I had to submit some electronic forms before the appointment could be confirmed. Well, it was like filling out a college application. But I did it. And they accepted it electronically.
I walked in for my appointment with some trepidation, but a nice man with a long ponytail helped me buy an earring that I would have to leave in my ear for 4-6 months. (I wasn’t permitted to use my own earring.)
My appointment was with Grey, a young woman who appeared in shorts and a T-shirt. There was no visible spot on her body that was not either pierced or tattooed. But she got the job done.
Nobody has noticed my extra earring yet, but I love it.