Saturday, March 27, 2010

The relaxing pedicure that wasn't...

So, I thought I'd take a break in the middle of my currently favorite dinner...pureed carrots, pureed V8 buttermilk soup, and pudding, to write about the relaxing pedicure I tried to get today. While I did get a pedicure, I'm not sure I would characterized it as a "relaxing pedicure."

This visit to a salon came courtesy of my very nice friends from work. Before I continue, let me add the caveat that my friends had nothing to do with what transpired next.

I walked into this salon, which was new to me, and the very cheerful and energetic 27-year-old technician started with small talk. About 10 minutes into this, I explained that it's difficult for me to talk (today was particularly tough because it's cold, so my breathing was really bad). "Oh...ok."

She worked in silence for about 45 seconds. Followed by, "So how old are your kids? What are you going to do this summer? Do you have any weekend plans? Can you recite the Pledge of Alligence? Now can you recite it backwards? If you were a cookie, what kind would you be and why?..."

AAAARRRGGGHHHH!

This was followed by shouting across the salon of her weekend plans, ending with, "I hope I'm not hung over tomorrow. I hate when I come to work hung over."

The next time I want to be pampered, I'm going to get my oil changed.

--K--