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subheading 'Professional Services,' I felt I was as ready as possible and off I went. After walking back and forth in the vicinity of the shop for about 45 minutes trying to firm my resolve, I finally muttered a very unfeminine word, threw caution to the winds, and walked in. The prop- rietor, a Japanese-American male, was alone in the shop (thank God for small favors). The conversation went something like this:

Me: Prop.: Me:

Prop.: Me:

Prop.:

Me: Prop.: Me: Prop.:

Me:

Prop.:

Me:

Prop.:

I would like to purchase a wig.

Ah! Yes. What would you like?

Well, something like that (pointing), but with a

slightly different styling.

Is this for your wife? No.

Is this for your sister? No.

(Questioning look) (Whisper) It's for me. Ah?

I said, it's for me.

(Absolute confusion)

Haven't you ever sold a wig to a man before? Yes, men's wigs.

(Pause, while he looked at me, and I looked at him)

Well?

Me:

Prop.: Me: Prop.:

Ah?

Do you want to sell a wig or not? Ah! Yes.

And from that point we were off and running, although I must admit that through the entire transaction I caught him shaking his head a few times. There were no further problems or incidents. I am most relieved to say, after the fact, that you were 100% correct - the money is more im- portant than the who. I have a feeling that your book will be just as helpful in the future, as it was on this little shopping trip. My heartfelt thanks to you for writing it.

Sorry for taking up your time like this; I really didn't intend to go on so long, but this is the first time I have ever “talked” to anyone about my innermost thoughts, and I seemed to have gotten a little carried away. Hope it makes some kind of sense.

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