At the urging of a girlfriend I recently decided to go get a pedicure.
…warm, bubbling water; lotion; hot towels wrapped around my lower legs; a long, soothing calf and foot massage all topped off with a new coat of lacquer on the tips of my toes. How could I say no?
With my lips. And that’s exactly what I would have said if I’d known about the other tools of torture they’d pull out…
…cheese graters, oversized needles; a pair of what appeared to be wire cutters…
Each new tool of torture was worse than the last. I’m only 31, my don’t even have scales or crusties yet, the cheese grater was not only unnecessary, it was downright insulting! She shoved that needle thing under the end of my toenails, mostly in the corners. Damn thing hurt! There was even a few little orangish-red spots on the towel that the technician was absolutely certain was a stain from my old toenail polish she’d removed… Oddly enough she folded the towel in half in short order. The wire cutters, I’m sure that’s not really what they were, but they sure looked like it, she used to yank little pieces of I-don’t-know-what from the corners of my toes.
You know what the only thing she DIDN’T use?
Nail clippers! Nope she didn’t clip one single toenail. Weird. Instead she spent the entire time sawing and scrubbing, poking and yanking. I always thought the best part of pedicure would be the pedicure itself, turns out it was waddling out of there in those little green foam flip flops!
The color does look great, though, so I’m excited about that!
What about you? Have you ever paid to be miserable? If so, tell us about it in the comment section! As they say, misery loves company.