(Originally posted July 2008)
A couple of months ago, in the hospital where she works, my sister-in-law, Dana, was stopped by a student nurse who wanted to know where she got her hair done. Dana was wearing exactly the style she was looking for, she raved. So Dana gave her her stylist’s information.
That afternoon Dana decided she needed a trim, so she swung by the salon after work to see if her stylist had an opening.
She just about fell over when she saw the woman in the chair — it was the student nurse! She admitted that she couldn’t wait, that she had to see if she could get in that day. She called the stylist and said she wanted Dana Morris’ hair.
Dana’s not sure if she actually got it, because she has never seen the woman again!