The Thief

I have never you been a fan of doing hair at home.  Kitchen hairstyling as it’s called is inconvenient unless have a set up with sink and chair etc.  I do not.  But that hasn’t stopped me.
Enter Heather my then next door neighbor.  Heather had 2 children worked and never had time to get her hair done.   She asked if I could do her hair, I said sure.   She had dark blonde hair highlights and haircut and blow dry $100. Very fair considering she did not have to spend money on gas, my back would be killing me after without the aid of a hydraulic chair and there was the business of bending ever the sink. Ouch.  Not to mention my time is worth something.
It was November a week before thanksgiving and Heather made an appointment to have her hair done so it would be fresh for the holidays.  No problem.  I got everything ready and I waited.  Her appointment was for 1:00. By 3:00 I called now pretty pissed off.  
“HI Heather”
“OH hi”
“I just need to know if you’re still coming to get your hair done”
“OH yeah, I forgot.  I’ll be right over”
I could tell something wasn’t right. I just had a feeling in the pit of my stomach.  I shrugged it off and moved on.
She came over I did her hair highlights cut blow out same as always.  When I was all finished she said   “oh I went shopping this morning and spent all my money.”  “Ok if I pay you tomorrow?”
The proper thing would have been for her to ask me that BEFORE I did her hair!!  At least I would have had a choice.  What was I supposed to say??
“Sure. No worries.”
Tomorrows came and went and still no payment.  One week two weeks.  Seeing her just about every day smiling and waving at me was making my blood boil.  I asked my two close friends and my mother what I should do.
My mom and my friend Kay said “just let it go, what goes around comes around.”
My friend J who is kind of well, let’s just say very no nonsense said.  “If I were you I would park a chair right in the direction of her house and stare that bitch down for a few days”.  Then knock on her door and demand your money!!”   
I’m not good at confrontation.  Maybe she really didn’t have the money.  Still she should have said something before I did her hair.  I spoke to my husband about it. 
“Do you want me to go over there?”
“No!”
“They have the money Kate.” 
He reminded me that Heathers husband played golf.  “I’ve seen his golf clubs, they’re not cheap and golf is not a cheap hobby.”
Finally I did the only thing that seemed right.  We sold our house and moved.
Relax, we were planning to move long before I was robbed (the technical term is theft of services).
I was happy to be gone from the area.  We moved in to a nicer house in a much better neighborhood.
A week before we moved Heather pulled up in a brand new conversion van.  Starting retail $35,000.
I hope I never see her again.