The Up-sell

I am a hairdressers dream. I am a salespersons dream. I'm even a waitresses dream! I'm "Queen of the Up-sell." The up-sell is when you go in for a certain item and you end up purchasing a few additional items, that you didn't even know you needed. For instance, I went in for a haircut yesterday. I WAS NOT going to buy anything but a haircut. Nope, don't need those eyebrows waxed, just a haircut, please. My friend, and stylist, asked how things were going with my hair and I launched into this in depth, heart-wrenching account of how frusterated I am with it, it's fuzzy and a wierd texture and last month it went curly and this month it's stick strait.
She proceded to wash my hair and before she cut it, and she blew it dry...with the most beautiful brush I had ever seen. It was pink and had big brown bristles and she worked that brush through my fuzzy hair until it was so shiny and soft, I swear she had given me a hair transplant while my head was in the sink. I asked how in the world she did that, and she explained that there is a new kind of brush (after all these years, a new brush!) that is made from Boar's hair, and it in one swoop de-frizzes your hair, straitens your hair, and basically has you looking like Farrah Fawcett without any effort at all!
But I had promised myself. We're on a very tight budget, I told myself. I simply can't have it. "How many of those brushes do you have?" "Oh, just a few", she said. "They're new, and we just started stocking them." I cant have it, I can't.
"How much is that brush?", I inquired. "Well", she replied, "it is an investment." I must have it. I need it. My hair cannot go another day without it.

Later that night, my husband picks up the brush in his hand and says, "um, what's this?"

A miracle Dave, a miracle.