My aesthetician is a wizard with thread. I told you about her a few years ago. Her fingers work even while she’s busy talking on Skype to her relatives in Punjab India. I should know; just this morning she was discussing the weather with her brother and niece, while shaping my eyebrows.
I didn’t mind mostly.
I’m almost always happy with her work.
I mean there was that few months last year when her cousin from back home had to take over because she had hurt her back. A few of those times I wasn’t as happy with the shape of things. But I didn’t want to give my business to someone else. How could I? She needed my money more than ever is what I figured.
And even though her cousin lacked the bedside manner (chair-side?) Suk has, I still couldn’t bring myself to find another salon. Even though a few of those times, the Cousin called me prior to my appointment and asked me to pick her up a French Vanilla Cappuccino from Tim Hortons. She was busy and hadn’t had a chance to grab a coffee yet.
I have a hard time leaving people.
One time I broke it off with a hairdresser after several bad haircuts and had to stop going to that mall altogether for a full year. I felt as if I’d betrayed her. It was depressing to avoid the mall because it’s a great place to browse during lunch hour at work. Yet I didn’t want her to see my great new hair. She would have known straight away it wasn’t her work. One time I ran into her on the street and without even being provoked, slumping my shoulders, I blurted out that I’d been sick and work was hard and a very close family member had just graduated hair school and we as a family were now getting our hair done by her as a show of support.
I think she was saw right through my lies but was kind enough to let it go.
Who knows, maybe Suk will move back to India someday. And I can find someone new. Does this happen to you?
I'm pouring my heart out with Shell.