Today did not start off well. I realized that the sound my vehicle was making had reached the point where I needed to bring it in. After the initial check, they told me what the problem was and that it would take most of the day to fix it. They offered me a ride, which I said I would take in an hour or so. In the meantime, I decided that I was going to pay a visit to the place where I go to get a pedicure once three months or so (guy, I really recommend it for many reasons).
Anyway, as I walked in, there were two women already getting their feet done. I'm not sure there has ever been another person there the other times that I have gone. The woman who has done every one of my past pedicures was doing the toes of a relatively attractive blonde woman who was at the tail end of her pedicure and the pedicurist was already applying the french pedicure to her toes. Her feet were a little bit chubby, but nicely shaped and nice toes.
A few things about this particular pedicurist. First, she could be a foot model. Maybe a size six. Her toes are perfectly aligned, small, and go in descending order. Today they were painted a medium pink with a little design on the big toe. Second, when she does my pedicure, she almost always runs her thumbnail up my sole during the massage part until I finally give in a flinch. She then smiles, does it a couple more times, then continues. I always have managed not to flinch at all during the scrubbing part, even though it is not easy.
Ok, so we have the blonde in the chair to my left. There is a very pretty brunette in the chair to my right. I noticed right away that she had great shaped feet and toes, but with somewhat pronounced bunions on both feet. As I got settled into my chair, I looked over at her face and she was staring straight ahead with the slightest smile on her face. It was barely noticable.
A few seconds later, I heard the sound of the scraping device going up and down her foot. I looked at her face to see if there was any reaction. Literally no change whatsoever. I watched for a few more seconds and then looked down to her feet. What I saw almost made me laugh out loud. As placid as her face was, her left foot was being scrubbed, and it was contorted as though she was being electrocuted. Her big toe was pointing straight up in the air and her sole was almost facing back toward her. The guy that was doing her feet had a slight smile on his face as well.
Well, I decided to look up again to see if her face had changed. Nope, still looking straight ahead with that same barely perceptable smile on her face. When he put her foot back into the water, she exhaled somewhat deeply, but gave no other indication of the torture that she was going through on the inside. Then, he picked up her right foot and started over again with the same reaction, or non-reaction. It was enjoyable to me because I knew exactly what was going on and it was tickling her silly. I have been in salons when women were very ticklish and reacted by flailing and laughing and that is awesome to see, but this was equally as enjoyable. It was almost like I was sharing a secret with her.
Shortly after that, it was time for my scrubbing so I needed to focus so as not to embarass myself either. I made it through with no incidents.
Then, I looked over again and the guy was putting a really great hot pink on her toes. She was pretty tan, and the pink went perfectly with her skin tone. Also, the angle of her feet as he was painting them hid the bunion, and her feet looked awesome. When she was done she slipped into some sandals that covered her bunions perfectly, so I'm assuming that she knows of this one flaw and makes an effort to cover them up.
Sorry for the length of the story, but I hope it was worth it. I sure enjoyed watching the show.
Anyway, as I walked in, there were two women already getting their feet done. I'm not sure there has ever been another person there the other times that I have gone. The woman who has done every one of my past pedicures was doing the toes of a relatively attractive blonde woman who was at the tail end of her pedicure and the pedicurist was already applying the french pedicure to her toes. Her feet were a little bit chubby, but nicely shaped and nice toes.
A few things about this particular pedicurist. First, she could be a foot model. Maybe a size six. Her toes are perfectly aligned, small, and go in descending order. Today they were painted a medium pink with a little design on the big toe. Second, when she does my pedicure, she almost always runs her thumbnail up my sole during the massage part until I finally give in a flinch. She then smiles, does it a couple more times, then continues. I always have managed not to flinch at all during the scrubbing part, even though it is not easy.
Ok, so we have the blonde in the chair to my left. There is a very pretty brunette in the chair to my right. I noticed right away that she had great shaped feet and toes, but with somewhat pronounced bunions on both feet. As I got settled into my chair, I looked over at her face and she was staring straight ahead with the slightest smile on her face. It was barely noticable.
A few seconds later, I heard the sound of the scraping device going up and down her foot. I looked at her face to see if there was any reaction. Literally no change whatsoever. I watched for a few more seconds and then looked down to her feet. What I saw almost made me laugh out loud. As placid as her face was, her left foot was being scrubbed, and it was contorted as though she was being electrocuted. Her big toe was pointing straight up in the air and her sole was almost facing back toward her. The guy that was doing her feet had a slight smile on his face as well.
Well, I decided to look up again to see if her face had changed. Nope, still looking straight ahead with that same barely perceptable smile on her face. When he put her foot back into the water, she exhaled somewhat deeply, but gave no other indication of the torture that she was going through on the inside. Then, he picked up her right foot and started over again with the same reaction, or non-reaction. It was enjoyable to me because I knew exactly what was going on and it was tickling her silly. I have been in salons when women were very ticklish and reacted by flailing and laughing and that is awesome to see, but this was equally as enjoyable. It was almost like I was sharing a secret with her.
Shortly after that, it was time for my scrubbing so I needed to focus so as not to embarass myself either. I made it through with no incidents.
Then, I looked over again and the guy was putting a really great hot pink on her toes. She was pretty tan, and the pink went perfectly with her skin tone. Also, the angle of her feet as he was painting them hid the bunion, and her feet looked awesome. When she was done she slipped into some sandals that covered her bunions perfectly, so I'm assuming that she knows of this one flaw and makes an effort to cover them up.
Sorry for the length of the story, but I hope it was worth it. I sure enjoyed watching the show.
