Typically I leave my neighborhood nail salon drafting a blog post in my head and thinking did that really just happen? Did she really just put handmade homemade bejeweled wooden shoes on my feet? or Did the floor really flood around my spa chair?
One day last week, I pulled a bit of a switcheroo on the nail ladies. I gave them a bit of their own strange medicine, something for them to chitter-chatter about on their own Vietnamese blog.
After three days of wallowing around suffering from severe allergies, I decided a manicure/pedicure was just what I needed. I wanted to sit and be pampered (as pampered as one can be at this certain nail salon). I needed to be carried away to a peaceful place, some other place, a place with no allergen-filled spring air.
Give me the works, I said. I don’t feel well, so I just need to sit here. No rush. They were beyond ecstatic.
So what if I had to listen to a painful rendition of Paper Roses.
I knew the harsh overhead lights would bother my pounding head, clogged tight with mountain cedar. So, in a brilliant move, I decided to take my sleep mask with me to block the glare and help me relax. (My niece, Taylor, gave me this sleep mask for Christmas. It is magical! Not only does it block the light, but I fall into a deeper sleep which helps mask {no pun intended} John’s snoring.)
Ok, so it looks spooky-crazy, with eyes painted on the outside. It was just crazy enough for the nail salon.
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As soon as I put it on I heard…
Đó là freaky! Vì vậy đáng sợ. Người phụ nữ da trắng điên này là điên, nhưng chúng tôi sẽ làm ngón chân của cô vì cô ấy có tiền cho chúng tôi!
I smiled and ignored the nail ladies as usual.
In total blackness, I completely zoned out. I’m certain the customer who came in and sat in the spa chair next to me immediately began blogging about her insane spa experience. And to that lady I say, you are very welcome.
talya
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