The doorbell rang just as I walked passed my glass front door. I thought to myself, “Damn, now I have to answer the door. They can see me.”
Gingerly I answered the door, wary that they were going to throw religious pamphlets my way. I never know how to politely decline the offer of salvation, so I was relieved when they were only two women from a local salon trying to drum up business.
They handed me a brochure of all their services and told me that they hoped they could have my business.
Ella peaked around from behind my legs and the ladies immediately remarked on her beauty.
“She’s the one who really needs a haircut, ” I said about Ella, trying to make polite conversation.
The two women looked at one another with confused and concerned looks. One of the women smiled respectfully and said, “Well, I hope you’ll come in for a haircut soon. Maybe you’d like to have make-up consultation, too?”