I’M A HAIRDRESSER WITH A WEALTHY CLIENT. A FEW DAYS AFTER HER VISIT, SHE CALLED ME CRYING, SAYING SHE HAD LOST HER EARRINGS.
I moved the table and found them. When I told her, she rushed over, looked at the earrings, and said: “Yes, they’re mine! But I’m… so embarrassed. I actually thought someone had stolen them.” I smiled politely, even though my heart sank a little. Stolen? I mean, who would steal from her? She only had…