I saw the door starting to open as I turned the corner into the narrow hall where the bathrooms are hidden, so I stopped, not wanting to be whacked in the head, and waited for whoever it was to appear.

It was one of the hairdressers, a trim sassy looking redhead who'd been working at the salon for about a year. I'd been watching her work out of the corner of my eye as my own girl cut my hair.

I waited patiently and gentleman-like for her to come down the hall back to the salon floor, but instead she turned toward the mirror at the opposite end of the hall.

It was almost 30 seconds before she noticed my reflection in the mirror and turned to face me, half-embarrassed. "I'm sorry," she said "I was just admiring myself."

"That's quite all right," I replied as she slipped past me down the narrow hall, "I was admiring you too."

She paused a second at that. Nothing obvious, just a slight hitch in her step. Enough to let me think I might have a chance next time.