Susan Spess Shay

Still playing make believe.

Small Town World Adventure

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When Dad noticed my skunk stripe–the part of my hair that turns a different color than the rest . . .


(hey, gray’s a color, too!) I knew it was time to visit my friend, Jennifer.

I love my Jen time!

This is Jennifer.

  Okay. It’s not REALLY Jennifer. It’s Penelope Cruz.

But Jennifer looks like her, except Jennifer’s prettier. And probably a whole lot nicer. (Just guessing about that, Penelope. If you read this, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.)

Jennifer is part of a different Small Town World than the Spess Girls, which is why she’s so much fun to visit.

For instance, she recently went on a cruise with her fellow hair stylists, Kim and Daniel. While they were basking in the Caribbean sun, the other people on the ship kept asking, “You’re famous, aren’t you?”

I wonder why they thought that? 🙂

Here’s how the adventure started–I had to be at work WAAAAY too early yesterday, so I could take off for the Big City. Omega came to ask me a question, so I asked her one instead. “Wanna go with me?”

Does a leaf sleep in the woods?

Omega whipped into the van, and we took off on our STW adventure.

Almost as soon as we got to The Big City, Omega did what some of the Spess Girls do best. She shopped. She came back about the time Jennifer had me looking like Louis. Remember Ghostbusters?

 “I taped ’20 Minute Workout’ and played it back at high speed so it only took ten minutes and I got a really good workout. You wanna come in and have a mineral water or something?”

Curses, I was foiled, again. 🙂

So Omega drives her chair up to the window outside where Jennifer and I are, and she taps on that window. She tries to tell me something with sign language (Unlike her, it’s NOT my 2nd or 3rd or even last language).

Jennifer says, “You can go out there if you want.”

“With my head looking like I’m receiving signals from Mars and this cape billowing like Dracula’s? I don’t think so.”

Okay, I wish I’d said that. I’m not that glib unless I’m using my fingers and have a delete button and a long time so I can fix my boo-boos. I did get the last sentence said, golden-tongued devil that I am. “I don’t think so.”

Omega texted and took off. I went back eavesdropping on the beautiful lives of the magical people around me. (Superlative, anyone?)

 The woman who works at the chair next to Jennifer’s, who also went on the Beautiful People Cruise, is Kim.

Kim, I’ve learned (it’s not being nosy if you care) is from The Ford!

I asked what her last name was while in school, but she threw out too many. Maybe she was trying to confuse me. LOL.

Anyway, her parents had a restaurant on the lake (I think it was a pier, maybe?) for several years, and she said most of the kids in school had worked there at one time or another. Kim is always entertaining with wonderful, funny stories. But yesterday I only got to hear a few because she was flying to an exotic city far, far away.


When my Skunk Stripe was once more beaten into submission, Omega and I bid Jennifer a teary goodbye. (Sniff.)

To console ourselves for having to leave Jennifer’s World, we lunched on Lettuce Wraps, then spent some quality time shopping together. After we got a sunglasses/sparkly sandal fix, it hit me again–

This really is a Small Town World!

Now I’m blurry-eyed with excitement. What Small Town World adventure can I go on next?


Author: Susan Shay

For as long as I can remember, I've loved two things--reading and people--and that led me to become a writer. Many of my stories are set in Small Town Worlds. I'm a wife, mother, sibling and an aunt. I have a deep faith in God, and an exciting life in Christ. Maybe I shouldn't be (after all, he's God!) but I'm constantly amazed at the things He's up to. :)

I'm so glad you dropped by my Small Town World! Hope you'll leave a comment. I really enjoy hearing from you!

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