Beggars can be choosers

Friday I was having my hair trimmed. The hairdresser in the next booth was cleaning up her station and pitched a hair dryer in the trash. I said, "Is that thing broken?" She said it wasn't, but it was an ion-diffusion dryer that didn't blow much air--I forget the name of it--and she didn't like it. She gave it to me to dry my watercolors. I figure it might be worth a try if it doesn't blow the paint around like most hair dryers. Then she pulled out some smocks she was going to throw away and I took those and washed them to give to my class tomorrow. Got quite a haul at the beauty shop, big surprise. All you have to do is ask.