Leaving the store, I noticed a sign in the window of the hair salon next door advertising a special: on Tuesdays, they cut men's hair for $12.
I needed a haircut and although I am not really a man, I can pass for one, so I returned to the salon on Tuesday.
I had never been in that salon, so I did not know what to expect.
My hairdresser was a vivacious middle-aged woman named Staci. It turned out that we grew up in the same neighborhood and although she is ten years younger, we knew some of the same people.
I almost mentioned that Staci used to be my femme name, but I decided to save that for another time.
After she finished doing my hair, she asked me if I'd like her to do my eyebrows. No hairdresser ever offered that service before and I gladly acquiesced.
She quickly buzzed each brow with an electric razor over a comb and saved me the trouble of trimming my brows.
Her hairdressing skills were excellent. I gave her a generous tip and I plan to patronize her salon again in the future.