Where are the Small Children Fanning Me?
Saturday afternoon manicure/pedicures are fast becoming a ritual. I have a few different places I go, depending on how long I have, how much money I want to spend, or how busy each place is when I want to go. Yesterday, my normal quick in and out choice had over an hour wait, so I moved on to my second choice which is closer to my house and does a better job, but usually takes too long.
The owner is a vietnamese woman who is very friendly, and she employs several sullen and bored hispanic teenage girls. When I walked in, it was completely empty so as usual, the owner jumped all over me. She ushered me into a pedicure chair, shouted at all the girls, and turned on the massage feature of the chair.
The thing about treating myself to a mani/pedi is that I want to turn off and relax for an hour or so. For me, this does not involve being battered by a chair and fawned over by a lady who asks me over and over again, "are you happy?" As soon as she turned her back, I turned off the massage chair, and sat back to start reading as the lucky girl started to work on my feet. But today was apparently going to be different. The owner yelled at one of the other girls to massage my arm, and over my protests she turned the massage chair back on and a very unhappy girl started rubbing lotion on my left arm. While I was still trying to tell her "no, thank you", two other girls joined, one on my other arm and the other on my other foot.
Fine. Maybe I should just try to enjoy this, I thought. I tried to relax into the chair, which was "rubbing" me with such force that my whole body was moving up and down, each limb being attented to by a gum chomping, irritated looking girl. I recognize that I am paying for this, so this feeling that I'm a lazy queen being serviced by ladies in waiting is unfounded. Even so, I found it difficult to let go, and a little weird to lie there staring at the ceiling with all limbs akimbo and the chair rocking me til I felt seasick.
Lucky for me, they keep a movie playing most of the time, so I decided to focus on that. It was The Punisher, which I haven't seen, but certainly seems an odd choice for a day of relaxation and beautification. At least it was something to look at, so I made it through the rest of the experience relatively intact, and with matching toesies and fingers. As I paid, I really struggled with how much to tip. Four girls worked on me, but that's very uncommon and I certainly didn't ask for it. In the end, I tipped more than normal, but still felt that it wasn't enough and that now they hate me.
I'd like to say that I left feeling super relaxed, but in truth, I left in a little pain. Today it's even worse, I have a couple of bruises from the chair rubbing over my bony shoulders, and in some spots, my muscles are quite sore and hurt to the touch.
The things I do to look pretty for you boys...
The owner is a vietnamese woman who is very friendly, and she employs several sullen and bored hispanic teenage girls. When I walked in, it was completely empty so as usual, the owner jumped all over me. She ushered me into a pedicure chair, shouted at all the girls, and turned on the massage feature of the chair.
The thing about treating myself to a mani/pedi is that I want to turn off and relax for an hour or so. For me, this does not involve being battered by a chair and fawned over by a lady who asks me over and over again, "are you happy?" As soon as she turned her back, I turned off the massage chair, and sat back to start reading as the lucky girl started to work on my feet. But today was apparently going to be different. The owner yelled at one of the other girls to massage my arm, and over my protests she turned the massage chair back on and a very unhappy girl started rubbing lotion on my left arm. While I was still trying to tell her "no, thank you", two other girls joined, one on my other arm and the other on my other foot.
Fine. Maybe I should just try to enjoy this, I thought. I tried to relax into the chair, which was "rubbing" me with such force that my whole body was moving up and down, each limb being attented to by a gum chomping, irritated looking girl. I recognize that I am paying for this, so this feeling that I'm a lazy queen being serviced by ladies in waiting is unfounded. Even so, I found it difficult to let go, and a little weird to lie there staring at the ceiling with all limbs akimbo and the chair rocking me til I felt seasick.
Lucky for me, they keep a movie playing most of the time, so I decided to focus on that. It was The Punisher, which I haven't seen, but certainly seems an odd choice for a day of relaxation and beautification. At least it was something to look at, so I made it through the rest of the experience relatively intact, and with matching toesies and fingers. As I paid, I really struggled with how much to tip. Four girls worked on me, but that's very uncommon and I certainly didn't ask for it. In the end, I tipped more than normal, but still felt that it wasn't enough and that now they hate me.
I'd like to say that I left feeling super relaxed, but in truth, I left in a little pain. Today it's even worse, I have a couple of bruises from the chair rubbing over my bony shoulders, and in some spots, my muscles are quite sore and hurt to the touch.
The things I do to look pretty for you boys...
posted by The Noillyprat Cat @ 7:42 PM
1 Comments:
she was probably worried of you developing a clot and dying hence the forceful massage...she wanted you to live
as for the punisher...they leave it on to show Thomas Jane's evenly waxed abdomen and perfectly trimmed chest hair as they also provide waxing services
Post a Comment
<< Home