Over the weekend, my neighbor and I went to go get manicures. Am all about the free mini hand massage. We get to the salon, the cluck their tongues over us being 'walk ins' *shudder* but say they can work us in.
Like happy little consumers, we sit on the bench and while we wait, I entertain K with my being accused of fraud at a makeup store last Friday (essentially: I found a coupon online (through the corporate website) that turned out to be fraudulent and there was much drama) and while I'm telling my tale I can see the girl behind the desk not even trying to look circumspect in her eavesdropping. Honey, if I'm detailing my plans as an evil overlord, I promise I'm not going to do it in the waiting area of your in a strip mall salon.
We go back and pick out our colors and we're chitchatting with the techs about our dogs and the weather and FoodNetwork and my tech is bemoaning how dry my cuticles are and asks when my last manicure was. I tell her probably a couple years ago and she literally gasped and sat back in horror. Now, I have a fairly high level of skill when it comes to doing nails and so I just do mine myself. Couple that with the fact that I'm hard on my hands between the dog and the typing all day and cooking and whatnot so $20 every week isn't a realistic budget expenditure. But, I just shrug my shoulders and say, it's fun but not a regular experience for me.
(Especially since she cut me while working on my woeful cuticles - it costs me nothing to do my own and there's no blood involved)
I get my (sadly) perfunctory hand massage and she paints the nails and sits me under the dryer. Doesn't tell me how long to sit there, whether I'm supposed to find her when it's done, any instructions other than push down and the dryer will come on. So I dry my nails while K's gel manicure is finishing up and we pay and leave very nice tips and go off to Panera for cookies.
Did I miss a memo? Are weekly manicures suddenly a must? My nails are awfully pretty....
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