It’s been some time since I’ve shared an honest to goodness nail salon adventure. It’s not that I’ve been holding back, of course not. Either things at the nail salon have evolved into oddly normal, or I’ve grown completely anesthetized to the typical shenanigans.
But last week it happened again.
I sorta brought it upon myself.
Sorta.
I felt blah with a cold/sinus/nasally thing—not to the point of being contagious (although had I been, the salon and I could have called it “even” after last year’s semi-bird-flu nastiness which you can read about HERE). Lethargic from a lingering Nyquil hangover, all I wanted to do was relax in the vibrating spa chair while my toes received some much-needed-hopefully-end-of-winter attention.
I was the only customer and had my choice of chairs. Naturally I avoided Old Sparky—the chair that nearly resulted in my electrocution last year.
The gorgeous Dallas day was idyllic and the salon experience restful. I made it to the top coat and so far no one had dressed me up in Oriental wooden shoes or anything… If only I could breathe...
“You wait here. Rest. You sick. Let toe dry,” my nail technician offered as she began gathering her pedi tools.
“Ah yes, thank you,” I agreed, restarting the massage chair and zoning out to my iPod. Just as I dozed off, it happened. The nail lady stuck some sort of peppermint essential oil swab up my stuffy nose!
It burned like hell.
I jumped.
I sneezed.
And sneezed.
And sneezed.
She smiled quite pleased to have awakened my sinuses.
And for a few minutes my head was unclogged.
Grace Grits and Gardening
P.S. You may ask why I always go back to this particular nail salon. I love it there, of course:)
Musical Pairing:
Nail Salon – Anjelah Johnson-Comedy Time
