10.17.2007

More Than I Wanted to Know

So. I had an interesting extra-passive conversation this afternoon. My pitiful feet insisted on getting some much needed attention, who am I to refuse? Off to the nail salon.

Once I was settled and my tootsies submerged I realized I was stuck. There was no way my book was going to be read. I had been placed next to Chatty Mom 1 and 2. Sigh.

You know the ones, the ones that would talk to a barn door. About personal stuff. Loudly. Sigh.

They were engaged, loudly, in a discussion about their children, their husbands, their estranged, dysfunctional families. And they just met. Sigh.

One thread of their ranting was about what their young daughters wanted to wear out and about. How they argued with them about what was appropriate, etc. and on and on. I'll spare you the details. If I hadn't already made some assumptions about them, they would have been made anyway once Chatty Mom 1 and 2 got up to leave, you know after talking about what their daughters should and should not wear. Ahem.

Chatty Mom 1 left in her red miniskirt and white eyelet tank top. In October.

Chatty Mom 2 stood up to leave and I may have rolled my eyes, which may or may not have been discreet. You see, Chatty Mom 2 was wearing sweats with words across the behind. Yes. Not just any words either. Are you ready?

Smack. That.

Seriously. Sigh.

24 comments:

  1. Oh.my.goodness. I am laughing so hard... Oh, Holly....sorry your mommy time turned into chatty time with the psyco moms! HA

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  2. LOL I was stuck with a room full of chatty moms with my parents are Brice's class today. I think my Dad has had enough of watching B play! He was going insane with all the chatter!

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  3. Oh! I thought I may have been one of the chatty moms (i have a chat problem) but I don't have Smack That on my bum. Phew.

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  4. Smack. That. LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  5. Oh, that is just classic. What is it about women our age dressing like hoochies? Seriously?

    And for shame to interrupt a perfectly good pedicure with their chattiness. ANNOYING.

    At least you got a pedi, though, right? :-)

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  6. I was laughing sooo loud after this one, that Jason actually asked what was so funny. I wish I could have been a fly on the wall for that particular scene. Ok, maybe just at the end (I wouldn't want to sit through there loud conversation either!)

    You are truly a great storyteller!

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  7. Yes, one of the first signs of impending doom was when one of the moms said each of her children were conceived during motorcycle conventions.

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  8. oh wow- that made me laugh. honestly, don't you wish you could have said SOMETHING?! :) at least you got an entertaining story out of the ordeal! better luck next time!

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  9. LOL!!! LOL!!!!

    Hey, I think we should get some of those sweats(In PINK!!!)! LOL!

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  10. Oh my, what a classic tale of woe. I always think salon visits should be more soothing, so getting placed near obnoxiously chatty women would have made me tense.

    It's too funny that they were both in hoochie attire, too bad you couldn't snap a photo.

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  11. Oh, I'm laughing so hard! Motorcycle conventions. I love it. See, it goes back to my post about the dolls. It just amazes me that parents don't set boundaries but they still expect their children to behave. Sorry you didn't finish the book. But a great blog entry came out of it, so it was not in vain. Plus, I'm sure you have cute toes.

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  12. Were you in town and didn't call? Sounds like my little Peyton Place.

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  13. JIll's comment made me laugh...she and her camera...wow...too bad it was not as soothing as it could have been...

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  14. Are you kidding me! What air heads! I can't imagine what the daughter is trying to wear! How funny!

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  15. Hi! Haven't visited you for a while. I'm amazed at the chatty women who "chat" in salons. The gal who use to do my nails would tell me that me and my sister were the most inspirational and "normal" clients of her. I'm always in awe at how miserable some women are!
    Good for you for getting a PEDI!
    Come on over and see what you can win.

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  16. My wife is a hair dresser and you would not believe the things that come out of people's mouths once they sit in that chair. Its like wonder woman's magic lasso. I always tell her she should write a book from stuff her clients tell her--or a least start a blog.

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  17. Hysterical post. I'm laughing and rolling my eyes at the same time. Thanks for stopping by my blog! I don't meet many other Hollys. It's one of the reasons I like our name.

    My husband is a doctor and he says that once women get in the office, they will tell him anything. Always more than he wanted to know and rarely related to the issues that brought them to see him in the first place! It's been ages since I had a pedicure or even a manicure for that matter. I may need to remedy that.

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  18. That is so funny! You were put between them to give us something to laugh about today. So glad the irony didn't get lost on someone else.

    So funny!!

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  19. Oh my goodness. You just have to wonder what those daughters were wearing for someone with "smack that" on her behind to object to it. And then your comment about motorcycle conventions -- aah!

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  20. This was hilarious. Unreal, some people. :)

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  21. Oh my, this was a fun post. It all came together when you wrote "Ahem" and disclosed what they were wearing. Great post!

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  22. LOL!! I'm so sorry you had to endure that. So much for a relaxing pedi.

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  23. Oh my gosh...that drives me insane. I hate that!

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