10 February 2012

Donut Lady

Today while in the salon, a small lady with unruly silver hair pushed her walker into the back room with the shampoo sinks. The hairdresser helped her into the seat, washed her hair, and then they both disappeared to another room.

Twenty minutes later, I saw her, head tightly rolled into yellow, green, and pink rollers. She sat under a hair-dryer, the kind with the bowl you sit under, eating a cream-filled donut and reading a magazine. Her right foot tapped to some music only she heard. She so enjoyed her donut.


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