Today was haircut day. And while I did get the most attractive hair stylist, that is not Today’s Perfect Moment. Also, she did not manage to make me look like Brad Pitt, so that isn’t the Perfect Moment either. The Perfect Moment was bringing joy to the hair stylist in the form of the tip.
You see, several weeks ago, maybe even a month, I went to a stamp collecting show. I went out of curiosity and managed to hold myself off from buying anything except a small collection of bicycling stamps. The price was quite reasonable, but I had to pay with a ten dollar bill, which was the smallest bill I had. I had forgotten to bring any change, so the seller had to give me eight or nine dollars back. Much like myself, he expected anyone doing such small business to be carrying change. As a result, he had to give me back what some people would call an ancient two dollar bill. It wasn’t the last one in circulation, but I hadn’t seen one in many years. Canada switched to the coin we lovingly call the twoonie….quite a long time ago. (apparently 1996)
This two dollar bill has been sitting in my wallet for quite some time. It wasn’t in mint condition and despite its age, it is not a collector’s item. I am sure I could buy a mint condition one for a reasonable sum of money. I am not sure why I didn’t spend this one, but probably I just didn’t have the opportunity. It weighs less than the coin version, so I probably would unload those first given the opportunity.
Today, as I was paying for my haircut, I realized that I didn’t have enough change to leave a decent tip. I guess I could have broken a twenty dollar bill–but that just seemed wrong. So, after languishing in my wallet, and knowing that it was still viable currency, I put it on the counter to include in my tip. I was busy thinking up excuses and ways to say sorry for dropping this bill on her when I heard her gasp–an unexpectedly happy gasp.
She seemed very delighted that this bill would be included in her tip. She started waxing a bit nostalgic. She said something about spending this bill when she was a child. Her smile was wide and awesome.
The thing is, as this bill was not the version that came out in the late 80s, I wouldn’t have thought she had ever seen it. She certainly didn’t look old enough to be anywhere near my generation, though I am not good at guessing ages.
She proudly showed everyone else in the shop and really seemed to enjoy herself. As for me, I was glad that I could bring some joy into someone’s life. Perfect Moment achieved.