My friend and I got pedicures this afternoon. Trust me, I’m not an indulgent person. Rob has been begging me to get regular massages and I just can’t get over spending so much money for something that’s considered pampering. Even though my doctor has said the same thing and I feel bad for Rob having to work on the cement tundra that is my back. So, for the first time in six months, I’m getting a pedicure and all of a sudden this woman is standing in front of my feet and talking to the woman doing the pedicure. She proceeds to point out all the flaws in her manicure. So not appropriate. If you have a problem with your nails, please wait until my pedi is finished or wait until my nail specialist is up and moving around. How uncomfortable for everyone. Thank you. An affirmation that I’m only going to Roxy for all my mani’s and pedi’s. I shutter to think what would have happened should I have been at a massage appointment.
Angie: After your ordeal with the wires, you deserve some pampering.
Hope to see you and Rob at the next blogger bash or mini-blogger bash or whatever.
And true story … I was ordering food as a fast food joint and two women working behind the counter were talking about their periods.
I was a customer … and therefore invisible to them.
It’s not a lack of tact. It’s just being dumb.