A 290-pound biker in full leathers walked into my salon, sat in my pink chair, and demanded I dye his hair the most ridiculous, electric shade of blue I owned. I thought he was losing a bet, but when he looked at me with tears in his eyes and whispered, “I need it to match my daughter’s,” my heart completely stopped.
A 290-pound biker in full leathers walked into my salon, sat in my pink chair, and demanded I dye his hair the most ridiculous, electric shade of blue I owned. I thought he was losing a bet, but when he looked at me with tears in his eyes and whispered, “I need it to match…
