You Will Never Know

She walked in, slightly stooped, head down, focused on her phone. The young, friendly hostess smiles stepping forward to greet her. Beginning to speak… the woman, unaware, stutter stepping, dashes by, leaving our hostess, mouth agape, at a loss.

We both watch as our clueless visitor crosses the room, oblivious. We wonder.

Approaching the styling chair, the gray-haired senior looks up, briefly smiles, acknowledging the stylist, only to return to her phone, mumbling, squinting at the screen, plopping herself into the chair.

We’re all ears as the stylist readies her client.

Our perplexed stranger announcing with trepidation…

…we will never know.