My girlfriend, who owned a hair salon, got a call at closing time on a Friday night from an unknown man. He was getting married in the morning, had forgotten to get a hair cut, and was desperate. Please, please, please, cut his hair. He would race right over, pay her so much money it would be worth it, and she would know she had blessed a marriage and saved his life.
My girlfriend struggled with the answer. She was tired and everyone else had gone home already. What if the guy was a pervert or something? On the other hand, it was for a wedding, just a man’s cut, AND she could use the money.
She hummed and hawed and eventually agreed.
The man arrived about 5 minutes later and thanked her profusely, gave her the money he promised up front, and showed her the invitation and a pic of his bride to be at their engagement party. She was greatly relieved and got him all gowned and set in the chair while she popped into the back for just a sec.
On her way back into the salon, she could see the client sitting in the chair. She froze. Both his hands were under his cape, in the vicinity of his lap. It was the movement of his hands that turned her blood to ice. His cape was bouncing up and down in an incredibly familiar and disturbing gesture.
My girlfriend thought she was going to be sick. He was clearly between her and the door, as well as the phone and even her bag with her cell phone which were locked in a cupboard underneath the reception desk.
In panic, she grabbed the heaviest thing she could find, which was a hair blower. She came up behind him, smashed him over the head, watched his body slump, and ran for the phone. She dialed 911 and raced out into the parking lot to wait for the police.
You can imagine how upset she was as she waited for the police, kept one eye on the salon and considered what a narrow escape she just had. Who knows what might have happened to her? How could she have been so stupid as to let a man into the salon after hours when she was alone?
The police were there almost immediately, spoke to her briefly and headed for the salon, guns drawn. An officer stayed with her in the parking lot getting all her details while the ambulance pulled in and the attendants went in to check on the man’s condition. A few minutes later they emerged with the man on a stretcher, his head bandaged and looking very pale. They loaded him into the ambulance and left for the hospital. Finally the investigating officers returned to where my girlfriend was waiting.
She asked if the man was badly injured and the officer assured her he would probably be fine but he had a heck of a goose egg and may have even suffered a concussion. She had really clobbered him. My girlfriend wanted to know about the charges and what would happen next and the police officer tried to comfort her by reassuring her.
He did not think that the man would press any charges.
It turns out, the man was cleaning his glasses.