The first time she washed my hair, the back of my shirt got soaked. Fortunately, I was just going home after my hair cut.
After that, every time I went to get my hair cut, she washed my hair first.
And oh, what a hair washer she was!
Janet and I didn’t really chit-chat while my hair was being washed. I just lay back with my head in the tub, closed my eyes, and relaxed.
Janet did more than just make sure my hair was clean for its cut. Getting my hair washed by her was like getting a mini massage. She took her time, used shampoo, conditioner and a rinse, and made the whole experience wonderful. I relished those hair cuts, which did not take place very often.
Unfortunately, hair washing is not a very lucrative occupation. The last two times I went to get my hair cut, she wasn’t there. Since she was pregnant, I wondered if Janet was at home on maternity leave.
Alas, she had decided that washing hair just couldn’t pay the bills.
I’m thinking that she will be just as successful at the next job she finds.
Please visit Alita for more simple moments!
Greetings from Canada! I apologize if I don’t come to comment on your blog this week — I will visit you as soon as I can!