My girlfriend, who owned a hair salon, got a call at closing time on a Friday night from an unknown man. He was getting married in the morning, had forgotten to get a hair cut, and was desperate. Please, please, please, cut his hair. He would race right over, pay her so much money it would be worth it, and she would know she had blessed a marriage and saved his life.
My girlfriend struggled with the answer. She was tired and everyone else had gone home already. What if the guy was a pervert or something? On the other hand, it was for a wedding, just a man’s cut, AND she could use the money.
She hummed and hawed and eventually agreed. Continue reading