On a late Sunday afternoon last July, I tripped in the kitchen and jammed my right thumb into a chair. It wrecked the nail. The chair showed no sign of the mishap. The next day I had a public engraving appearance and a torn, bloody thumbnail on my engraving hand would have been like a beacon in the night.
Gail immediately began searching for a nail salon, open on Sunday, and STILL open at 5:45 p.m. She found one in McKinney.
I rushed there with my swollen thumb. Dana was expecting me after talking to Gail. Within about 30 minutes of disinfecting and working her magic with snippers, files, glue, and acrylic, I had a fat, but otherwise normal-looking thumb.
“How much?” I asked. “No charge!” Dana replied. As she worked on me we talked about my work as well as hers. She was
fascinated, seeing the photo on my iPhone of bottles I had engraved.
No way would she let me pay. The next day I returned with a tall bottle of Riesling. Up one side and down the other, I engraved some little ditty praising her work and generosity. She flipped. Loved it! She put it on the counter for……
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