Oops, I did it again
I went to the hairdresser yesterday as she desperately wanted to know if I've been on holiday recently (no, I'm kidding!). I needed to have an inch off the bottom. After 15mins sitting, snipping, sipping and chatting I was escorted to the checking-in desk where I was charged £17 (at my hasty calculations nearly £70 an hour) which in my befuddled head seems a lotta money - yes, I know if I look around I could find 'special super cut prices' but I've been going there a long time and trust the cutter - but why, oh why do I then feel the deep obligation of handing out a £3 tip and immediately resenting it? This is a qualified hairdresser who's on a pretty decent wage...and me? a fully qualified nan on a pension-pittance..(I won't even start on my chickening out stories when it comes to taxi drivers.
I'd like to think it's not just me being a purse clutching skinflint. Does anyone else out there in Nanaland have the same feelings?
Extremely high travel insurance - help, please