I got a pedicure yesterday and almost died.
I went to a salon where Ben had gotten a haircut, but had a new stylist. She soaked my feet in cold water, removed my nail polish, did a bit of sloughing - you know, the usual. Well, she started in on my cuticles and sliced open both big toes - but that did not stop her. I hurt my back wrestling my foot out of her vice grip because she was trying to convince me there was still more work to be done. I don't exactly have hobgoblin feet - if you draw blood, just stop, ok? Blood is like math - it's universal, isn't it?
So she painted my toenails in giant soupy blobs instead of brushing on the color and then put my shoes on immediately after - smearing the glossy pink mess all over my feet and shoes. Thanks, jerk. She got no tip. I don't know if she was crazy or blind or both, but it was a sucky pedicure and I'm hoping I don't die of gangreen now from the cuts.
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