Eight minutes until closing.
I had no idea those eight minutes were about to change my life.
He entered quietly, careful not to let the door slam behind him.
His clothes were worn and dirty.
A brown corduroy jacket shiny at the elbows.
Gray pants stained around the cuffs.
Old work boots, one of them split open at the toe.
His gray hair hung unevenly past his ears, and his beard looked as if he had tried trimming it himself.
But his eyes stopped me.
Pale blue.
Gentle.
Deep smile lines around the corners.
For one strange second, he reminded me of my grandfather.
The old man walked to the reception desk.
Kayla barely looked up from her phone.
“Can I help you?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He pulled a crumpled dollar bill from his pocket.
“I have a job interview tomorrow. I was hoping I could get a haircut.”
He carefully flattened the dollar on the counter.
“I can pay this today. Maybe I could bring the rest next week.”
Kayla stared at the money.
“A haircut is fifty dollars.”
Then she looked at his clothes.
“You need to leave.”
The man lowered his eyes.
“I could sweep. Clean the bathrooms. Anything you need.”
His voice became softer.
“Nobody has offered me an interview in months. I just want to look like someone they might hire.”
Our manager, Brenda, came out of the back office.
She took one look at him.
“You’re holding up paying customers.”
The salon was empty.
But the man didn’t argue.
“Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry.”
He picked up the dollar and folded it into a tiny square.
Then he turned toward the door.
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