The good news is.... the bad news is...

ya know that email that gets passed around in the spring every year with this picture in it?


The good news is she was getting a pedicure.... the bad news is she was sitting next to me while it was being done! :GAG:

I went to a new place last night, they were offering 30% off salon services and I'm really not one to pass up a bargain. I went in, got seated, and after repeatedly telling the nail tech person that I didn't want color on my nails AT ALL, I whipped out my phone to play ZUMA to pass the time. I have a love hate relationship with pedicures. I HATE putting my feet in a spot where other naked feet have been and all that and I'm not too fond of a stranger (or anyone really) fondling my feet but I LOVE the look of my feet when all is said and done. The lotion massage isn't so bad either! ;) Soooooooooo, last night, I'm minding my own business when my tech asks me what kind of pedicure I'd like and hands me a 'menu', I read the differences in the 4 different choices and decided that the classic was really all I needed. I don't have white yucky ashyness (see above picture) on my feet so I didn't require 'extensive callus removal' or any thing like that, plus since I do have that 'hate' part of my relationship with pedicures, I like to be in and out of there as quickly as possible. I get back into my game when I begin to hear some conversation between the lady in the chair and her nail tech, at first I didn't pay attention but the lady was beginning to show some frustration in trying to convey to the nail tech her wants/needs. (that's another 'hate' aspect of my relationship with salon services: the language barrier) She was telling the tech that she had some 'dry skin' that needed to be addressed, the tech conferred w/ an associate and they determined that this woman's request would require an upgrade from the original pedicure she had chosen, so the woman agreed to the additional fee. From this point the tech pulled out the scraper/shaver thing and proceeded to shave the calluses from this woman's feet. OH MY WORD!!! The 'stuff' that was coming out of the back of that scraper/shaver thing.... I had to look away or I was going to lose my dinner on my own freshly groomed feet.
Oh and if you see me and I seemed SURPRISED... that would be due to the language barrier between myself and the salon tech... she took off a little more of my eyebrows than I had anticipated. :sigh: