Last week before the wedding I treated myself to a manicure and pedicure. I’ve never been good at painting my own nails, and I wanted them to look nice for the event. Plus, to be fair, I didn’t want to have to deal with my own feet.
You see, running has wreaked havoc on my little footsies. I have constant calluses and blisters (probably from continuing to pick…at both), and at least two of my toenails are black and bruised at any given time. And I still have one that hasn’t grown back.
I know, I know. Rawr. Totally sexy.
Anyway, whenever I get a pedicure, I always apologize to the pedicurist before she starts. We both have a little laugh, she assures me it’s not a big deal (probably a lie), and we spend the rest of the time gossiping and/or making small talk. That’s just how it works.
Except for this last time.
I would say something – my apology, a comment on the color, this, that, or the other thing – and my pedicurist would say nothing. She’d look at me, maybe acknowledge that I’d spoken with a movement of her head, and then look back down at my feet.
Now, I’ve had a pedicure or two in my day, and my pedicurists have ALWAYS been chatty. And I appreciate that. A little chatter passes the time, and doesn’t make me feel as awkward about someone being so intimate with all my missing toenails.
But this one? Nothing.
Don’t get me wrong, I still appreciated the pedicure, and I’ll probably even try the place again, but if I get the same girl I’ll definitely be grabbing a magazine.
Ladies – if you’re getting your nails done, do you prefer someone chatty? Or just to be left alone?
Gentlemen – Well, first things first, have you ever actually gotten either a manicure or a pedicure? And if not, what would convince you to do it? (It’s okay. This is a safe place.)