I was browsing in a shop in The Lanes, which is all that's left of medieval Brighton - narrow winding pedestrian only streets with zillions of little boutiques. I became aware that a young woman was staring at me and following me around the shop. I turned to her and smiled and she blurted out that she had seen me pass the Trevor Sobie Salon, where she works, and followed me. She said she was a trainee and needed to pass a blow dry exam, but her model had cancelled. She asked if I would do it for her. She couldn't offer me anything but a shampoo/blow dry, but if I came back later in her training she would do a color or cut or anything I wanted. She could do it now, or later in the day, or at my convenience.
I was taken aback. I thought about how this could be a con and asked a couple of questions and then I just shrugged and said -sure. Why not? She was so grateful.
So I went back to the salon with her - Hannah is her name - and down to the basement training area. I got a shampoo, and blissful conditioning head massage and a blow dry.
She passed her exam. Thank heavens, I would have felt so (irrationally) guilty otherwise.
On the way out of the training lab, I had to walk a kind of gauntlet of other trainees telling me what great hair I have, how lucky I am to have such a nice color etc. Hairdressers always make a big fuss of my hair and I'm sort of flattered on the one hand, but uncomfortable on the other hand. I guess it feels like undeserved praise, since it is just a lucky DNA draw and I don't actually do anything to warrant praise.
Anyway, it's always pleasant to have someone wash and blow dry your hair, plus, it's a nice feeling to do something nice for a stranger for no reason at all.