My cousin Linda went to college for two years and then dropped out when she had her child. Years later, she went to Cosmetology School and acquired her license to practice. A few months after she started doing hair, another family member died, leaving Linda with more than enough money to open her own shop.
After renovating the storefront for her new hair salon, Linda had several of us over to finish moving a few things and to have an impromptu celebration lunch there.
As we were standing around chatting, Linda approached me and asked if she could pick my brain.
“X, you love this sort of thing. Given the type of person who will visit my shop, I need some ideas to name it.” She asked me to go outside on the street-side and pointed up to the mostly white sign.
On it were the words B E A U T Y S H O P in evenly-spaced black letters.
I went around back and retrieved a 6′ ladder. I climbed up to reach the sign and made my changes to her current sign.
It now read “B E A U T Y” S H O P
The black eye will heal sometime in the next few days.