Maybe it was the hot air that hit me like a brick wall when walking through the front door that started us off on the wrong foot. Don't worry, I'll never let a "man" tell my feet where the best place in town is to get a pedicure. Obviously such advice cannot be taken from a guy that thinks roughing it is enjoyable. Does this count as my first "roughing it" experience?
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Maybe it all went wrong from the get-go; the moment I hit auto on the massage seat. My teeth were chattering and it wasn't because I was cold (remember? there was a lack of air conditioning.) I could have forgiven you altogether for the chattering and lack of air, but the brutality did not stop there. I think it's a little thing called "cleaning your toe instruments." I thought normal protocol was to clean them between patrons. I promise I watched you with my large, eagle eye and protocol was COMPLETELY dismissed. You might be a germ-a-phobic if.....or you might just have normal standards of good hygiene. Sharing toe funk...not one such case. The luke warm water I was submerged in did not help matters. My toes were hugging one another, frightful of what could be lurking in those luke-warm waters. And to add insult to injury, those hot stones that the "man" so bragged about.....well you burned me with one. I am sorry that I sent your stone flying through the air, but burned legs do tend to react in such ways. They just can't help themselves sometimes. The cooling lotion that felt like a blow torch on them helped them to forget about the burn mind you. So, so long unnamed nail salon we shall NEVER cross paths again! H-Nail....I'm coming home. I'm very sorry for betraying you for your unnamed competition. I promise never to let a "man" tell these feet where to get a pedicure again.
Your truly sorry patron,
Posted by Jessica Kirkland at 8:56 PM