A few years ago my husband took me to a salon so I could get my hair done a certain way. He had set it up and it was a surprise to me, but a happy one, since he knew I’d been talking about how I wanted to get my hair done.

We went in and talked with the owner, who said she had the perfect stylist, who would be able to do what I wanted with my thick hair. I met the stylist and she seemed nice. I explained what I wanted to do, and she said ok and got to work.

Well when it was all over I hated what she did to my hair and I was pretty upset. My husband knew it and he felt terrible for bringing me there. On our way out I told the shop owner it wasn’t what I wanted and we wouldn’t be coming back.

To our surprise the stylist meet us outside. She apologized and said she could do my hair the way I wanted but the owner had told her not to. She gave me her card and begged me to come back. I said I’d think about it but probably not. And of course I didn’t go back.

Fast forward several years later and my mom started going to a new salon. I loved what they did with her hair. I called the salon and got the owner and she said she would set me up with one of the stylists.

I came in and told the woman what I wanted to do with my hair, and she did it. I was so happy! She and I really hit it off and at the end of my appointment she gave me her card. I made another appointment to come back and see her. I put the card in my purse and didn’t give it much thought.

I had been going to the stylist about six months and was very happy. While she was doing my hair another customer came in and called her by a different name. I asked about it and she said she normally went by her middle name but that was her first name.

For some reason that clicked something in my mind as I was driving home. I had this weird thought that I had meet her before. I am some what of a pack rat so when I got home I started looking through my business cards. I found the card from the first stylist that messed up my hair and pulled out the card from my new stylist.

And guess what.. it was the same card but the only difference was the first names. I was shocked. I just kept wondering how could they be the same person!

When I went to my next appointment I brought the cards. I felt awkward but I told her the whole story and showed her the cards.

There was a tense few moments there where I could tell she was trying to figure out what to say. Finally, she said she did remember my husband and me. We both started laughing about the whole thing. She told me she had disliked working for the other shop owner because she never listened to the customers and what they wanted and the shop went out of business. Then she got a big smile on her face and she said ‘see I told you I could do your hair the way you wanted it!’

I’m happy to say she is still doing my hair the way I want it, and she’s more like family than I could have ever imagined.