my regulars

at some point customers stop being strangers and become episodes. #

I have regulars now. Not just `”the salon has regulars”` but people who actually look pleased when they see me behind the counter. That’s a strange little feeling. There is the elegant older woman who always asks about Yuri. The younger girl who changes her hair constantly and asks my opinion even though she has very obviously already decided what she’s doing. The man who still pretends every tanning appointment is some accidental event that occurred to him while walking past. A woman who talks so much about her sister that when the sister finally came in I almost said, `”OH, YOU’RE…”` and had to stop myself before revealing I know half her private life.

One client brought me a little chocolate today.

I think I’ve officially been adopted by the tanning population of my street.

Remember me, Eclipse.