Pampered with a pedicure

I don’t care what anyone says. I’ll have a damn pedicure if I want one.

I see eyebrows (and questions) being raised. I mean, come on, how many of you have had one? Okay, so it was not quite as relaxing as say, a massage, but it was good – if not a little ticklish. I almost kicked the poor woman in the face with a reflex heel to the chin. She ran her nail under my foot! Of course I’m going to boost out my foot with force.

Anyway, so after clipping and rubbing and massaging and pouring of oils, I was done. I admit, I felt a little self-conscious sitting in this chair with my jeans rolled up to my knees, flanked by two women having their pedicures as well. People walked past the pedicure/nail salon and took a double take when they saw me sitting there.

But the highlight of the pampering came when the woman asks, “you like dining?” I didn’t know what she was going on about (she’s foreign with an odd accent) so I just agreed. A few minutes later she says, ‘Okay, me finish. You wait. Relax.’ I was like, mmmmm, this IS the life. After about 10 minutes, I slipped into my flip flops, paid my $20 and left, beaming from ear to ear because I have just had my transporters pampered. Then I looked down at my lilly white transporters and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. She hadn’t asked if I like dining. She had asked, “YOU LIKE SHINY?”

My toe nails now reflect the sun with a blinding brilliant translucent shine!