Beautiful Nail
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First of all, if you haven't seen the video I'm going to link up to at the end of this post, be sure you go see it. You will laugh so hard!
But first I just have to tell you this story.
Now, I'm not much of a girlie girl (don't ANYONE say anything now!), and I don't get regular mani/pedis, but I'm going out of town tomorrow and I desperately needed someone to scrape the crud that's been growing on the bottom of my feet this summer. Nice image, huh?
Now, the nail place I go to is kind of hit or miss with me. Sometimes I get a fantastic pedicure, other times not so much. But the last time I was there I got a newish (that's new-ish, not Jewish or fewish or pewish) girl who did a fantastic job. So I asked her her name, thinking that the next time I came back I'd ask for her specifically.
Her name was Tammy which inwardly made me giggle. (See video below for the significance of this.)
So today, when I walked into the nail salon, I marched right up to the desk and said, "Is Tammy available for a manicure/pedicure?"
The guy at the desk looked at me with this funny look, gave me a wry grin, then said, "Ah, yeah." Then he turned around and said something in whatever language they speak in there to the woman sitting at the table behind him. She kind of chuckled, looked at me funny, and replied in whatever language they speak there.
Now, while these two were chattering back and forth, I saw the girl who told me her name was Tammy giving a pedicure to someone else. No biggie, I could wait. So I started to leisurely look through all the polish to find the just-right color.
All of a sudden the guy tells me to go sit at one of the pedicure stations and another woman, who I know isn't Tammy, sits down to do my pedicure. She doesn't even acknowledge that Tammy is busy or that she'll be doing my pedicure today. She just grabs my foot and gets to work.
At this point I am so flummoxed by what's going on that I just don't say anything. I'm completely confused. What happened to Tammy? That totally is what she told me her name was. I remembered because of the video you're going to watch in just a minute. As soon as she told me I thought, Well, that will be easy to remember.
So, being the non-confrontational person that I am (don't ANYONE say anything again!) I just sat in the chair and let girl-who-is-not-Tammy do my mani/pedi. Because I don't speak whatever language she speaks and maybe her "other" name is Tammy too.
Whatever.
O.K., so that's today's adventure. Now go watch this video and enjoy a good laugh on me.
But first I just have to tell you this story.
Now, I'm not much of a girlie girl (don't ANYONE say anything now!), and I don't get regular mani/pedis, but I'm going out of town tomorrow and I desperately needed someone to scrape the crud that's been growing on the bottom of my feet this summer. Nice image, huh?
Now, the nail place I go to is kind of hit or miss with me. Sometimes I get a fantastic pedicure, other times not so much. But the last time I was there I got a newish (that's new-ish, not Jewish or fewish or pewish) girl who did a fantastic job. So I asked her her name, thinking that the next time I came back I'd ask for her specifically.
Her name was Tammy which inwardly made me giggle. (See video below for the significance of this.)
So today, when I walked into the nail salon, I marched right up to the desk and said, "Is Tammy available for a manicure/pedicure?"
The guy at the desk looked at me with this funny look, gave me a wry grin, then said, "Ah, yeah." Then he turned around and said something in whatever language they speak in there to the woman sitting at the table behind him. She kind of chuckled, looked at me funny, and replied in whatever language they speak there.
Now, while these two were chattering back and forth, I saw the girl who told me her name was Tammy giving a pedicure to someone else. No biggie, I could wait. So I started to leisurely look through all the polish to find the just-right color.
All of a sudden the guy tells me to go sit at one of the pedicure stations and another woman, who I know isn't Tammy, sits down to do my pedicure. She doesn't even acknowledge that Tammy is busy or that she'll be doing my pedicure today. She just grabs my foot and gets to work.
At this point I am so flummoxed by what's going on that I just don't say anything. I'm completely confused. What happened to Tammy? That totally is what she told me her name was. I remembered because of the video you're going to watch in just a minute. As soon as she told me I thought, Well, that will be easy to remember.
So, being the non-confrontational person that I am (don't ANYONE say anything again!) I just sat in the chair and let girl-who-is-not-Tammy do my mani/pedi. Because I don't speak whatever language she speaks and maybe her "other" name is Tammy too.
Whatever.
O.K., so that's today's adventure. Now go watch this video and enjoy a good laugh on me.
