walks into the nail salon I use.
I'm waiting to get my eyebrows waxed (the caveman look is soooo out, you know!). I've already had my manicure and pedicure, and am just sitting next to one of the stations, the very one she sits down at.
Now, she has some massively long claws, and is apparently a frequent customer, since Patrick, the nail guy, didn't even ask what she wanted, just started going to town with the dremel.
Me being me, I just ask what comes to mind, namely wasn't it difficult to do things with such long fingernails.
Little Old Lady (with a British accent): Oh, no! I've had these all my life, and wouldn't know how to do anything without them.
Me, showing off my manicured, yet brutally short fingernails: I'm a massage therapist and can't have long fingernails. Can't hurt the clients, you know!
L.O.L.: Of course! But my husband certainly likes MY nails on his back!
Me, with VERY disturbing images now seared into my brain: Gulp!
Thankfully Amanda called me back for my wax at this point, since I had no clue what to say, except maybe "Too much information!"
erm. urp. um.
Maybe she massages him and scratches his back then? Ew. Let's pretend to think of it that way. eek.
It was very, very scary.
I still shudder to think about it.
It was funny, though, especially her delivery with that British accent!
maybe her husband just closes his eyes and thinks of England.
well, I mean, I've seen pornographic photos of ancient women on the net, and I just don't get it-- I mean, can you imagine? Ew.
But surely you realize WE'RE going to be ancient women one day, and I at least plan on still getting laid...I just won't be putting any pictures on the net!
Yeah, the porno is pretty bizarre, though. You're right.
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