'I'm sorry Harriet, but unless you get someone to help you in your shop, you might have to close until your hand feels better.' The doc said.

'But I don't like to ask for help! I get paranoid that someone will screw up someone's hair!' Harriet exclaimed.

'Well, it's either ask for help, or close until your hand feels better. Your choice.'

Rather then lose money by closing for a few days, Harriet begrudgedly put up a 'Help Wanted' sign in her window. And sure enough, a few animals came by wanting to help!

Harriet nervously supervised each of her helpers, correcting all their mistakes, and tried not be pushy.

'I got some advice for you: Relax! People who frequent this city know and respect you, they know what they're doing.' 1 of them advised her.

'Really?'

After calming down, Harriet decided to try to warm up to the idea of having help, well. At least until her hand was feeling better.