I work in a beauty shop. One day, a husband arrived to pick up his wife, who was our client. She instructed him, “Pay for my manicure, honey.” It’s $300.” I froze in shock—we only charge $50. The man paid, and they walked away.

Minutes later, the same client raced back into the salon, exclaiming, “You are a lifesaver!” She dashed to the counter, grabbed the additional $250 in cash, and slipped it into her purse.

When she saw my puzzled expression, she smiled and remarked, “My little savings plan.” “He never questions beauty expenses.” Then she hurried back outside, as if nothing had occurred.