Scrooge McEuro

It seems that, unbeknownst to me, I've become frugal to the point of offensiveness. Today, on the spur of the moment, I popped into Toni & Guy to see if my hairdresser could trim my fringe for me; it's been five weeks since it was cut and it was looking a bit lank, but wasn't in need of the full works. He duly got nifty with the scissors, and spruced me up with a swift little blow-dry at the same time*. It looks lovely, and I sauntered out of the hairdresser's pretty chuffed, with nary a care in the world.

Did it occur to me to pay? No it did not.

Not until I was halfway down the street and was suddenly struck with the feeling of having ruined someone's faith in humanity.

A bit like the time my step-mum left her handbag in a taxi. I tracked down the taxi driver, who went out of his way to bring it back to my office. What did he get for his trouble?

"Merci monsieur, c'est très gentil ! Au revoir, bonne journée !"

Does the fact that both episodes make me cringe with embarrassment make it any better?

Thought not.

x

* Is it just me or does that sound rude?