2 posts tagged “toenails”
Ha. This is sort of funny, because I just had a toenail incident this past Friday! At my local manicure place around the corner. I hadn't been in a really long time. But my beautiful ($4) pedicure that I got in Thailand was starting to wear off, and I found that I had a free afternoon. So hey, why not treat myself to a pedicure?!
This past week has been hellish. There were meetings at church, open house at school on Wednesday until 9:30, Maggie's dance dress rehearsal on Thursday until 8:30, and then the weekend was looking like it was going to be one activity after another.
But on Friday....ahhhh....sweet Friday, Maggie had gone for her very first sleepover at a classmate's house. So Kevin and I had the night to ourselves -- for the first time in a long time. And I planned to enjoy every minute I had. I called the pedicure place ahead of time, to make sure the lady I like was there. Tina. She was the one who did this to my toes. I like her. I was assured that I had an appointment at 5pm.
I got there at 5 PM on the dot. And saw another woman being escorted by Tina to the pedicure chair. Aghhhhhh! This did not bode well. But Tina assured me it would only be a few minutes. So, there I sat in the uncomfortable chairs, waiting for my turn. My seat mate was an 18 month old boy who was apparently half pterodactyl -- judging from the ear piercing screeches he was making every few seconds. What? An 18 month old boy? What was he doing in a nail place, you might be asking.... Yeah, I was wondering that too. But the mom didn't have time to actually watch him. She was concerned with the bright red fingernail polish she was instructing the manicurist to apply to her 7 year old daughter's nails. The mom, herself was getting her acrylic nails replaced, and she did this while holding ANOTHER baby under one of her arms. Yep. Three kids under 7 in the nail place. Lovely.
After 1/2 an hour of waiting, I was ushered to the foot soak. And once my feet were in there, I really couldn't leave. Even though I was tempted. Repeatedly. Because the mom of three kids was there the WHOLE time. And the baby boy was squawking and then...then...the mom got a call on her cell phone. Which apparently she HAD to take. So she put the baby down. Down on the nasty floor where everybody's toenail clipping are and god knows what else. And then the baby, who must have been about 8 months old, proceeded to crawl with the speed of a racehorse over to my foot bath. I was sure she was going to drown herself in it, and it would all be over. But the mom suddenly looked up from her phone conversation and noticed what was going on. She bellowed out "Natalie! Get back here!" (Yeah, nice, huh? The kid had my name, so I got to hear it yelled repeatedly during my "relaxing" time at the manicurist) And the baby, who was a total escape artist, turned toward her mother, giggled, and slap slap slap across the tile floor, edged her way closer to certain death in my massaging foot spa. Finally the mom got up, and with the phone held to one ear on her shoulder, came and scooped her daughter up with the the other arm and took her back to her seat.
All of this was commented on loudly by the screeching pterodactyl boy in the seating area. To her credit, the 7 year old girl with the inappropriate nail polish was totally behaving herself. So anyway, the mom sat down, put her nails back out to have them touched up, and put the baby back down. And little baby Natalie...you guessed it...headed right back towards me. slap slap slap.
I could go on. But I will not. You get the idea. I didn't even wait for my toenails to dry. As soon as she slapped the polish on, I was out of there. Ughhhh. WHY would a person take three young kids with them to the manicurist? Why?
In happier news, Kevin and I had a wonderful dinner out. (With the cell phone in my pocket the whole time, just in case Maggie had to call from her sleep over --which she did not) We had crepes, and then we walked over to the local Indian Movie Theater which has just started showing American films, and watched Star Trek. I have never even seen one episode of Star Trek in my life. And I watched one of the movies with Kevin one time because he couldn't believe I had never seen Star Trek (we watched the one with the Whales and it was SOOOOOOO stupid) But anyway, I knew that Kevin really wanted to see the movie and he had been working when his friends all went to see it together, so I suggested that we go see it on our romantic date night together. I honestly thought he was going to swoon when I suggested it. Ha. But, I must admit, it was a totally fun movie. Also, it didn't hurt that the guys in the movie were really cute. Way cuter than William Shatner EVER was.
Last week I had one whole unexpected hour to myself (miraculous!) and so I decided to try out a manicure place around the corner that I had noticed a few times. I honestly never get my nails done, but it has been raining for weeks and weeks and I needed a little pick me up. Also, the pedicures are only $15.
I sat in the massage chair, with my feet soaking in a warm spa, reading my bookclub book and relishing in the fact that it was raining outside, while I was there, inside, dry and being pampered. The feeling was delicious. The woman rubbed my feet, she massaged my calves, she pumiced my heels, and then...then...she cut out my ingrown toenails! Okay, perhaps this is too much information. Ingrown toenails, IKKK -- right? Right. But man, I have never had anyone do that for me. I hate doing it. It hurts! Yet it must be done. And this woman, for a pittance, did it for me. I could have cried. I wanted to kiss her.
Then she asked what color I wanted on my nails. I selected a nice bold red. She suggested that I also get a little painting on my toenails. I was reluctant. I mean, it's kinda tacky. Right? But she looked like her feelings were hurt when I turned her down.
So I said, "I'm too old." But the fifty year old pedicurist took off her socks, to show me her nail polish paint job. The tips of her toes were glittery blue with a white background and viney green flowers! Not quite my style, but she had me on the age issue.
She looked at me and said, "Please? I really, really want to paint something on your toenails. They are so BIG!"
Well. In that case...
How could I turn her down? The woman had just cut out my disgusting ingrown toenails -- I couldn't say no! It was only 5 extra dollars. So, reluctantly, I allowed it. And, I gotta say, I was delighted while I watched her paint on the design.
I surprised myself with my reaction. I loved it! I mean, I'm not gonna do my toes like this every time, but each time I catch sight of my Big (Very Big according to my pedicurist!) toes, I have to giggle a little.
