Oh heaven ! - am I glad I did that .. I think i've discovered a new pleasure-slash-addiction.
The toenails needed redoing ( something pretty to concentrate on after the looming pain ), and although I normally do them myself, about 12years ago I was treated to a proper deluxe pedicure, where they use a curved razor to peel off old skin and make you new again.
I wanted that.
So I did the ring-around: "I want my feet peeled", I said "not just my nails painted"
A new place, right 'round the corner. Big, clean, flash, aircon.
The BeeGees playing live on the tele ( ok, that wasn't really a bonus, but I smiled idiotically throughout .. muzak for the senses ).
I also watched people walk past and wondered if they were jealous of me ?
I must be posh and wealthy, sitting up there like the Queen of Sheba, non ?
And they had huge, brand new, massaging chairs. Oh yeah.
I'm sitting there, being carved, watching the BeeGees and having my spine pummelled. My toenails prettified.
For 40minutes. For $35.
I reckoned so.
She only stopped briefly when she asked the question.
I *probably* should have answered 'oh, any day now' unstead of
"8 Days ago" as the poor woman looked like she should probably call an ambulance. I had to promise her I wouldn't birth a babe then & there. There may have been a little communication barrier, as i'm not sure I had her really convinced. We didn't talk again after that ( which is good anyway. I like to relax, not concentrate on communicating )
Towards the end of my lovely visit, 4 women 'who gym and lunch' barged in all hoity-toity and barking at the staff.
I don't get people that act like that.
One of them didn't have an appt and had trotted along with her little friends. "Can't you just call someone?" one of them asked the receptionist ( they didn't have enough foot-staff to cater ). So they got someone in .. but it was rude. I mean, they could have called from their post-gym soy-skinny-café-lattés, surely ?
So while my nails were drying I got to listen to to snippets of their world. They totally MASSACRED a 'mutual friend' and her children ( with friends like these... ) and swapped notes on financial advisors, and how much a "Spa Membership" costs at the local gym.
Lots of money talk. Loudly. So the foot-servants knew their place in the world, probably.
But I have pretty feet.