I got a facial the other day. Some fancy schmantzy European Spa Facial with a massage. Yummy. It was really good. And, I swear, I look ten years younger.
So, I'm lying there trying to enjoy being cleansed, exfoliated, moisturized and massaged. Yet, I'm tense. I'm waiting for the ... facial-ist(?)... to ask me if I'd be willing to send her referrals. Maybe I just have referral fever on my mind ‘cause I've written about it so much lately, but I was truly upset about it! Seriously, I could hardly relax preparing myself for the inevitable sales pitch.
I pondered this behind my moisturizing mask. Why was I so opposed to her asking me for referrals? Not because I wouldn't refer her - she was definitely refer-worthy, and I was actually kind of excited about handing out her business card to my friends.
But I wanted to refer her on my OWN terms, not because she asked me to! I wanted to surprise her with my referrals. I like thinking that this wonderful facial-ist doesn't desperately NEED my referrals; but she would certainly appreciate them, as one professional to another.
This story has a happy ending - she did not try to sell me anything - not an expensive cleanser or moisturizer or serum; nor did she beg me for my future business or referrals. And... I grabbed a handful of her cards on the way out!
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