Alicia hardly knew what to do with the new client who plunked himself down in her chair.
“Cut and style, please. Your sign says Best hair ever, guaranteed. “
Alicia eyed the five hairs lying neatly across his scalp.
Rooted behind his left ear, they stretched over the right one.
Twenty dollars for a haircut, even if it was only five hairs, so she gave him one.
But her conscience nagged her.
She reached for a bottle of her new potion and massaged it into his scalp.
No extra charge, this time.
In a couple of weeks he’d be back.
Guaranteed.