I am beginning to think I am never going to have an ideal pedicure experience. Remember the last time I went? I am in no way a Pedi Diva. The spa like frills are nice, on occasion, but I am happy with the basics. This includes, but is not limited to, a semi-peaceful environment where I can escape into my book while my feet are cutsied up and my back is massaged by the chair. Simple really.
Cell phones and small children should be turned off.
Personal conversations should be reserved, for shall we say, a more personal environment.
Cell phones aside, today's episode involves something else. After my feet, it was time to adjourn to the waxing room for a brow and, yes, lip wax. The nice lady seemed quite concerned about how I was feeling. I replied, "Oh, fine thanks." She continued to stare at me and then asked...
wait for it
"How far along are you?" all the while making vague circles around her abdomen.
In the words of Gary Coleman AGAIN, "Whatchu talkin' about Willis?"
I laughed it off* and replied, "Oh, hahaha (through gritted teeth), I'm not...you must be thinking of someone else."
Of course she then apologized and said she had confused me with another client. WhatEVAH.
And then rrrip...she pulled off the wax strips.
*I am choosing to believe she really did confuse me with someone else, because HELLO, I am on WW and I lost .6 pounds last week.