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| - I'm a 25 year old grown-ass woman, and I just got my first pedicure.
Now wait, its not like I have the worst feet ever, I just usually do my own maintenance.. i'm not a 'salon girl'. HOWEVER, I needed to spend some quality time with my mentees and they wanted to get mani-pedis. I shrieked. "ughh okay, I guess I should probably try it".
I walked in to City Nails like a deer in the headlights. "What would you like? Pedi? Gel? Choose color on wall?" And i'm staring at a giant wall of OPI products thinking "which one is pink?" [enter 60 shades of red-pink-purple]. I did an eenie-meenie-mini-mo and grabbed something that resembled a normal color, and sat down on the chair.
The Pedi was $20 and I paid an extra $5 for callous treatment because if I was getting my feet touched by a small Asian lady I might as well go aaaaall the way. We clearly did not speak the same language but she smiled the whole time and was incredibly diligent with my feet. I was surprised how pampered I felt by the whole thing: Massage chair, hot stones and lotion on my legs, warm bubbling water at my feet, did I mention the massage chair? I was loving that thing so much that the picture I took was shaky from all the wobbling around.
I got everything done within 20-30 minutes, which I did not mind because she was super thorough and nice. I was able to put her tip in my card and I was on my way.
As soon as I got home, I tripped on a rock and scrapped the nail polish off my toe. Fuck. Is this like, every woman's worst nightmare? I FINALLY GET IT NOW.
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