The John Sahag Salon on Madison Avenue. It was time to make the call. Someone picked up. I left weeping. She launched into her own haircut-heartbreak story and 10 minutes later explained why she would recommend Thomas.
Name sounds good, safe, reliable.
Thomas, not a scissors happy name. I'll go with Thomas. I closed my eyes, held my nose and made the appointment. I walked into the salon and met Thomas. Poor guy, he had to suffer for the scissor-happitude of the last stylist I'd been to.