This is my story that was published in the New York Times’ Metropolitan Diary some years ago. But it’s June, it’s wedding time, time for announcements of weddings, and time for stories about weddings. This one is mine:
I felt guilty and uncomfortable during one of life’s terrifying experiences: switching from one stylist to another in the same beauty salon.
“You have the right as a consumer to use the services of anyone you choose,” I told myself. “Just be matter of fact about it. Don’t look awkward; be natural.”
In the shop, the way to my new stylist’s station, I passed my former hairdresser and tried to affect a casual, chatty tone, saying, “I’m so excited today. My youngest daughter is getting married this weekend.”
His dour response: “You’re getting rid of everybody, aren’t you?”