A gift from a stranger

On noticing the sign posts in our path

Photo by Nicola Fioravanti on Unsplash

I went to a new (for me) hairdresser yesterday to get my hair cut. I was annoyed because I’m saving money hard and had decided to just ignore my hair for the time being. But, I’m going to Los Angeles on Tuesday to deliver a car to my daughter, and I’m going with a man who is much too young for me. We are “just friends,” I think. But I didn’t want to look quite…