Wednesday, November 10, 2010
In fact, when I reunited with my high school sweetheart, Alan, ten years after we graduated, Dad was not pleased. He was remembering the smart-alecky, black concert t-shirt wearing, long hair sporting seventeen year old that I had dated a decade before. I wasn't concerned, however, because I knew JUST what to do to change Dad's mind about Alan.
His clients were often stunned when he'd tell them the date in which he'd begin his work, then actually SHOW UP on that day, ON TIME! This was unheard of in the construction business. Except, of course, in my Dad's business. Because Dad took pride in his work, and it showed. More than one stranger came up to me at his wake, took my hand, and said, "Your Dad remodeled my kitchen! He did a terrific job!" Amazing, right?
That being said, my Dad would have loved my new nail technician, Tommy! As you know, we've just moved to our new home near Nashville, TN, and that means starting all over with doctors, vets, hair stylists, and of course, nail techs. I decided to check out the salon closest to our house, especially because it had a huge sign over its front door reading, "New Management! 20% Off All Services!" When I walked through the entrance, a smiling, short Asian man approached me and shook my hand.
I explained that I was new to the area and needed a fill. He grabbed my hand and looked at my nails, running his thumb over the surface of my index finger. "Oh, yes! I'd be happy to!" he said, "I can make these look BEAUTIFUL! Come, have a seat!"
Still holding my hand, Tommy led me to his work table, pulled out my chair, and walked around to the other side. But before he sat, he asked, "Would you like something to drink?" He then listed several beverages, including water, soda, and wine. After I declined, he sat down and got to work.
Tommy asked me a few questions about moving here and how I liked living in Tennessee, and I answered them all. But I was really curious about this energetic, nice man, so soon I was the one asking questions. Tommy answered them all, that enormous smile never leaving his face. He told me he had been a nail tech for over ten years, always working in the shops owned by his cousins and other relatives. He'd work for one until the business was up and running, then he'd move on to the next one to help with THAT opening. About two years ago, the opportunity arose to own a shop of his own, and Tommy considered it. But in the end, he said, he felt he still had a lot to learn about running a business, and decided to wait a while longer before taking the big step.
He pointed out the walls he had painted ("That red was too harsh, the light brown is much more relaxing for my customers!"), the new pedicure stations he inserted ("It was more expensive for the glass foot bowls, but they look MUCH nicer!"), and the brand of nail acrylic he insisted on using. He said it was more costly than the kind the other salons carried, but that it looked nicer on his clients, and would last longer, so that's ALL he was going to use. Tommy talked and talked, and I began to say a silent prayer as he worked, asking God to bless this awesome man and this business that he clearly cherished so much.
I've been back to Tommy's salon three times since that first day, and on each visit I've noticed that it's always much busier than the time before. Dad wouldn't have been surprised. He knows that if you take pride in what you're doing and give it everything you've got, success is sure to follow. In fact, after that first encounter with Tommy, if you had asked Dad, "Do you think this guy's business will succeed?" Without hesitation, his reply would have been Classic Dad: "Is the Pope Catholic?"
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