No Credit

My hair has gotten pretty long. Long enough that I wondered if I could donate to Locks of Love, but not quite long enough to actually do it. Anyways, after spending an hour finding a place that was open and accepted my "hair-type," I finally found a nice little salon a good ways away from our house.

The stylist was really sweet. She did a great job and we held a conversation the entire 1 and a half hours she cut and styled my hair. She was a perfectionist. Took her time to say the least. But, the whole experience was pleasant and I really like the way my hair turned out.

As I went to pay, I opened my wallet and was awaited to hear what the damage would be. With a whopping three dollars cash, I knew I would be paying with my credit card. They hadn't yet told me the cost, but in anticipation I was pulling my card out since I didn't have any other option. As I did, the stylist stopped me and said, "We don't take credit cards."

Uh oh. I'm pretty sure my face turned bright red. What the heck was I supposed to do? It wasn't like I could take back the last hour and a half or glue my hair back on. With horror in my voice, I immediately offered to drive home, get my check book, and come right back. The stylist apparently grew a great trust in me over in the hour and a half we spent together and told me not to worry about it. She simply gave me a card with the address of the salon and wrote the cost on it, asking me to send the check out in the mail tomorrow.

Thank goodness I am a trustworthy seeming person or they would make me wash the combs or something. Now, I just need to make sure I don't forget to make out the check tomorrow. I am certainly a trustworthy person, but forgetful, so forgetful.