She was surprised that manicurists were not in the area but she said

yes, I could get one there, but it would be given by a student and she needed to set up an appointment. Since I couldn't stay that day, I said fine, how about Monday? She, with a slightly nervous laugh, and kind of questioning about the lack of manicurists locally said, "Yes, would 2:30 p.m. be all right so that I may arrange to have a girl free from other duties to do it?" Willingly I said, "Yes, by all means." So with the arrangements made, I left, delightedly looking forward to Monday with a manicurist in a beauty school.

I should make a few comments about this location. The school is on a normally busy street with plenty of window space to look in or out. Actually in a large storetype building, much of the space is allocated to dressing tables, styling chairs, hair dryer chairs and other paraphernalia associated with a beauty school. Not a man in the place, save the owner, who worked in the back of the store and seemed disassociated with what was going on in front. Most of the students looked very young- anywhere from 17 through 25, while most of the customers looked like everyday women who might not appreciate having a man enter their private do- main.

How I ever got in that front door Monday afternoon, I don't know, but there I was at the appointed hour, hoping this wouldn't take too long before my courage gave out. When I approached the counter I saw that a young student had replaced the middle aged woman temporarily, and a slight panic arose. However, I blurted out, "I have an appoint- ment at 2:30 for a manicure." With a very nonchalant attitude, she re- plied, "Oh yes, we're expecting you.” It will be a few minutes, however, so won't you please be seated and wait until your name is called?” Looking around I saw several women waiting for appointments, and each was glancing at me furtively (or so I thought). Acting as if nothing were amiss I picked up a magazine and sat down. Minutes went by and I began to think that they had forgotten me. During this time, several students would come up to the counter and each would glance over toward where I was sitting. Each time I thought maybe it's finally my turn but they would go in the back again or escort some woman who was waiting for service. After 15 minutes of this, a very nice looking student came up the counter and called my name. By this time I could guess that they were getting ready for me because this young girl had just finished setting up a portable manicurist's table next to a comfortable chair with a hair dryer draping over it. Next to this were a line of other chairs with dryers and two women were already occupying them hav- ing their hair dried after the set. I was asked to sit down in the chair next

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