Once upon a time Holly found herself with an
extra hour and 1/2 without three boys who she calls her children. Holly hardly could contain herself. She decided that she would take that time to do something fun for herself.
To pamper herself.
To give herself a hug.
She decided that she would go to the nail salon!
Holly walked into Pretty Nails and found that they had availability RIGHT THEN!
Yay for Holly.
Holly then noted that she was the ONLY person in the salon that didn’t work there.
Lucky, lucky Holly.
This was Holly’s third visit to the nail salon in 37 years
(averaging one visit every 12.333333 years).
Her first visit was right before her
wedding. She had a manicure with those faux nails. She then spent her honeymoon trying to rip off the faux nails one by one with her teeth because they were driving her crazy.
Holly doesn’t bite her real nails, just her faux ones.
Let’s just admit that she might suffer from
PTWFNS (Post Traumatic Wedding Faux Nail Syndrome) and assume that she is not at the nail salon for a manicure:
Yep! Holly is going to kick off her fancy boots for a
pedicure.
After a lot of hand motions, Holly gathers from the salon employee that she is supposed to choose what pedicure she wants.
Holly has no idea but decides that she wants to put her feet in warm water and she doesn’t want to mortgage her house to pay for it.
Let’s have a spa pedicure!
Holly is motioned into a massage chair made in heaven. Her feet are placed in clouds of warm water.
Wow!
This IS the life:
Holly is relaxing.
Holly is meditating.
Holly is basking in the sunshine radiating from her soul.
It occurs to Holly that the salon employees are
talking. And it is
serious. In fact, there might even be a bit of
yelling going on.
But Holly remains clueless as to WHY since the heated discussion is not in Holly’s native tongue.
And then there is some
screaming.
Oh,
that would be Holly as her foot is savagely attacked by a salon employee who is simultaneously
screaming at another employee.
The
screaming continues between the salon employees. No one in the salon has noticed that
Holly has joined in.
Then there was some
stomping.
And some
door slamming.
And then it got very quiet.
Holly looks up and she is still the only person in the salon except now there are no salon employees.
All the salon employees are outside the front door. All she can see through the door and window are wild hand motions.
And then the
door opened, a phrase that Holly recognized was uttered…
YOU ARE FIRED!
And then another
door slam.
These words were hurled at the very salon employee who had been working on Holly’s feet.
This salon employee then grabbed her purse and
slammed the door on her way out.
And then
it got quiet. Everyone came back inside. Another lady sat down at Holly’s feet.
No mention of what happened.
No comment as to the commotion.
It was almost like they expected Holly not to notice.
The end.
Holly walked into Pretty Nails and found that they had availability RIGHT THEN!
Yay for Holly.
Holly then noted that she was the ONLY person in the salon that didn’t work there.
Lucky, lucky Holly.
This was Holly’s third visit to the nail salon in 37 years (averaging one visit every 12.333333 years).
Her first visit was right before her wedding. She had a manicure with those faux nails. She then spent her honeymoon trying to rip off the faux nails one by one with her teeth because they were driving her crazy.
Holly doesn’t bite her real nails, just her faux ones.
Let’s just admit that she might suffer from PTWFNS (Post Traumatic Wedding Faux Nail Syndrome) and assume that she is not at the nail salon for a manicure:
Yep! Holly is going to kick off her fancy boots for a pedicure.
After a lot of hand motions, Holly gathers from the salon employee that she is supposed to choose what pedicure she wants.
Holly has no idea but decides that she wants to put her feet in warm water and she doesn’t want to mortgage her house to pay for it.
Let’s have a spa pedicure!
Holly is motioned into a massage chair made in heaven. Her feet are placed in clouds of warm water.
Wow! This IS the life:
Holly is relaxing.
Holly is meditating.
Holly is basking in the sunshine radiating from her soul.
It occurs to Holly that the salon employees are talking. And it is serious. In fact, there might even be a bit of yelling going on.
But Holly remains clueless as to WHY since the heated discussion is not in Holly’s native tongue.
The screaming continues between the salon employees. No one in the salon has noticed that Holly has joined in.
And some door slamming.
And then it got very quiet.
Holly looks up and she is still the only person in the salon except now there are no salon employees.
All the salon employees are outside the front door. All she can see through the door and window are wild hand motions.
It was almost like they expected Holly not to notice.
The end.
Oh, you need to get out and get pedicures more than every 12.333+ years. The employees at my salon always talk amongst themselves quite animatedly and rarely acknowledge the clientele. (Is this supposed to entice us?) Although, I must say, I’ve never seen anyone fired. I think. They don’t speak my language either, so who knows.
At first I thought you were going to say, they were “blah,blah,blah-ing” about your feet! hehe. Kind of like the little button guy and your eyebrows, ya know?
I would have been wondering if it was something I did, but I’m sure that thought never occurred to you.
Until now.
I just hope they had the decencey to offer you a free pedicure after being subjected to that trauma!
That story is too funny….remind me to tell you of the time I got a pedicure and the employee had a 6th finger on her right hand! It kept dragging across my skin as she was rubbing lotion on my leg. YUCK! That would make a good animated life story! Yikes!
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I hope they sanitize better than they pedicure. Is pedicure a verb?
You need to brush up on your Vietnamese/Korean language skills. 😉
I’d have paid good money to see that!
Maybe you thought you said “Spa Pedicure,” but they heard “Drama Pedicure!”
You didn’t mention the important parts like the colors and such. You obviously did something.
She was probably on thin ice already, but your “ouch” probably WAS noticed, and that sent her out the door.
I don’t know why they thing we don’t notice they are talking even when we don’t understand a word.
I’ve had 4 pedicures in 43 years (I do my own most of the time. Way too ticklish for someone else to do it), but my last one was in New York. I was elated to find that even though there were about 3 separate languages flying around, they could converse with me in my mother tongue well enough for me to understand.
Cowboy boots in Vegas? Don’t you have cowboy boot stores on EVERY corner in Texas??