Mistress Aura
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I could not believe what happened yesterday. Three complete yet totally separate incidences all in a single day, and nary a one of them did I initiate...but you were all with me in spirit, each one of ya, so I figured I'd share before the details faded into the hydrocodone haze...(chronic migraines) 😀
Incident #1: It was time for a pedicure (every two weeks, religiously). I grabbed Cindy, my son's girlfriend, and we headed to the mall, first to drop off my husband, then to hit the nail salon. We figured we'd make a morning of it, so we left Bill at the store (he's a manager for Select Comfort), grabbed up the ol' Starbucks (
) and headed down there.
I don't know if any of you remember my description of Cindy's last visit with me, but she actually wound up getting the same guy as her pedicurist... This salon is owned and operated by an Asian family, a LARGE Asian family, and I have to assume that this guy is one of the owners. He's older than the rest of the employees and really...REALLY gets into his work, if you know what I mean...?
Okay, so we're in the big massage/foot soak chairs. There's another customer, an older lady, on Cindy's other side who's about halfway through her pedi, Cindy's in the middle, then me. She and I tend to prattle away while the pedicurists are working, but Cindy has very sensitive feet, and this guy knows/remembers that. As I said before, it's like having a classic BAC drawing come to life right before your eyes...when the guy was trimming her nails, I could see she was already tensing up in anticipation. I'm trying not to grin, because I see what's coming next...the pumice brick. He latched onto her foot, cranks her leg wa-aay up in the air and starts scrubbing at her sole, grinning at her. Our conversation screams to a halt.
Now, Cindy doesn't laugh out loud during a pedi--she just makes these funny faces, squirms all over hell and half of Georgia and lets out these high-pitched but soft squeal-whimpery noises. Now the guy starts teasing her, asking her in this super heavy accent (not trying to be un-pc, just trying to help you hear it), "Whas wrong? You no tickrish, ah you?" Now I'm on the edge of busting out laughing, because I'm picturing what it would be like if about half a dozen or so TMFers were around, and seeing the way all of you would just freeze if you'd heard that...
Cindy squeaks out "Yes!" and I couldn't believe it--this guy says, "Oh, thas good! Laughter, it very healthy for you! You like?" and starts scrubbing harder!
Now the older lady on the other side of Cindy joins in with, "He's right, you know!" Poor Cindy looks like she's going to have an embolism right there. He finally stops and she takes a breath, then he grabs the other foot and we're off again! I figured, okay, I better say something here--you all would never forgive me if I didn't run it as far as it would go, so I casually mentioned that little tidbit I'd heard about Drew Barrymore and her foot-tickling thing--the guy and the older lady start nodding in agreement, then the conversation turns to reflexology and why ticklishness is such a good thing, laughter helps stress and healing, and something about "Laughing Classes" becoming all the rage out in California. ( 😕 No clue.) The guy is keeping his eyes on Cindy's face this entire time, obviously enjoying the hell out of her agony, and pushing the sole scrub as long as he could. He did continue with some teasing tickle-banter, but I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't recall what else he said... 🙁 I do remember him telling her, "This the way I aways do it--you not want it, don't get me!" which totally cracked me up...He got in a little more on her while he was doing the lotion massage--then we went to get the fingernails done...
Incident #2: Second installment of the Perils of Cindy-- we get home and my son Josh and our friend Mike are here. We start talking, just inane blathering, and Cindy innocently shows Josh (my son) the new color she had ol' Smiley polish her toes with...she immediately regretted that, I think. They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree--Josh apparently has very strong 'ler traits by genetics. He tickles her all the time, anyway--and he was in a super-good, playful mood so he tossed her backwards onto the couch (she's a tiny thing, barely 5' tall) and pinned her legs.
Now, I've noticed that previously-mentioned phenomenon with some ticklish people--when they're in public, they won't really laugh, but put them in familiar surroundings with people they're comfortable with and they lose their minds...which is what she did. And Josh is a freekin' pitbull when he starts, too, he absolutely does not know when to quit. They went from the loveseat to the chair to the floor, Josh laughing his head off, Cindy shrieking and hysterical and Mike and I their audience. I timed it, it went on for almost 30 minutes! I threatened to videotape it, to see what they'd say (see? My TMF family is always on my heart!
), but no objections...they were too involved. But damn it all, my video camera wasn't where it belonged and I couldn't find it! DAMN it! For the record, I reprimanded my husband for not putting it away and he retrieved it for me--it's now sitting next to my pc here in the living room. If I am privy to another attack of Master 'Ler Josh on the hapless Cindy, I promise I'll tape it. No clue how to let y'all see it, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it...😀
Incident #3: Not worth going into after all that--Bill tried to jump me to tickle my feet (very, very slightly ticklish after a pedicure) once we got into bed. Nothing really noteworthy, but seriously, at that point, I'm like, "WTF?? Three's a charm, right?"
There you have it. Too many things to let it go unheralded here... I'll keep you abreast of any further developments--- 😉
Mistress Aura
Incident #1: It was time for a pedicure (every two weeks, religiously). I grabbed Cindy, my son's girlfriend, and we headed to the mall, first to drop off my husband, then to hit the nail salon. We figured we'd make a morning of it, so we left Bill at the store (he's a manager for Select Comfort), grabbed up the ol' Starbucks (
) and headed down there.I don't know if any of you remember my description of Cindy's last visit with me, but she actually wound up getting the same guy as her pedicurist... This salon is owned and operated by an Asian family, a LARGE Asian family, and I have to assume that this guy is one of the owners. He's older than the rest of the employees and really...REALLY gets into his work, if you know what I mean...?
Okay, so we're in the big massage/foot soak chairs. There's another customer, an older lady, on Cindy's other side who's about halfway through her pedi, Cindy's in the middle, then me. She and I tend to prattle away while the pedicurists are working, but Cindy has very sensitive feet, and this guy knows/remembers that. As I said before, it's like having a classic BAC drawing come to life right before your eyes...when the guy was trimming her nails, I could see she was already tensing up in anticipation. I'm trying not to grin, because I see what's coming next...the pumice brick. He latched onto her foot, cranks her leg wa-aay up in the air and starts scrubbing at her sole, grinning at her. Our conversation screams to a halt.
Now, Cindy doesn't laugh out loud during a pedi--she just makes these funny faces, squirms all over hell and half of Georgia and lets out these high-pitched but soft squeal-whimpery noises. Now the guy starts teasing her, asking her in this super heavy accent (not trying to be un-pc, just trying to help you hear it), "Whas wrong? You no tickrish, ah you?" Now I'm on the edge of busting out laughing, because I'm picturing what it would be like if about half a dozen or so TMFers were around, and seeing the way all of you would just freeze if you'd heard that...
Cindy squeaks out "Yes!" and I couldn't believe it--this guy says, "Oh, thas good! Laughter, it very healthy for you! You like?" and starts scrubbing harder!
Now the older lady on the other side of Cindy joins in with, "He's right, you know!" Poor Cindy looks like she's going to have an embolism right there. He finally stops and she takes a breath, then he grabs the other foot and we're off again! I figured, okay, I better say something here--you all would never forgive me if I didn't run it as far as it would go, so I casually mentioned that little tidbit I'd heard about Drew Barrymore and her foot-tickling thing--the guy and the older lady start nodding in agreement, then the conversation turns to reflexology and why ticklishness is such a good thing, laughter helps stress and healing, and something about "Laughing Classes" becoming all the rage out in California. ( 😕 No clue.) The guy is keeping his eyes on Cindy's face this entire time, obviously enjoying the hell out of her agony, and pushing the sole scrub as long as he could. He did continue with some teasing tickle-banter, but I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't recall what else he said... 🙁 I do remember him telling her, "This the way I aways do it--you not want it, don't get me!" which totally cracked me up...He got in a little more on her while he was doing the lotion massage--then we went to get the fingernails done...Incident #2: Second installment of the Perils of Cindy-- we get home and my son Josh and our friend Mike are here. We start talking, just inane blathering, and Cindy innocently shows Josh (my son) the new color she had ol' Smiley polish her toes with...she immediately regretted that, I think. They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree--Josh apparently has very strong 'ler traits by genetics. He tickles her all the time, anyway--and he was in a super-good, playful mood so he tossed her backwards onto the couch (she's a tiny thing, barely 5' tall) and pinned her legs.
Now, I've noticed that previously-mentioned phenomenon with some ticklish people--when they're in public, they won't really laugh, but put them in familiar surroundings with people they're comfortable with and they lose their minds...which is what she did. And Josh is a freekin' pitbull when he starts, too, he absolutely does not know when to quit. They went from the loveseat to the chair to the floor, Josh laughing his head off, Cindy shrieking and hysterical and Mike and I their audience. I timed it, it went on for almost 30 minutes! I threatened to videotape it, to see what they'd say (see? My TMF family is always on my heart!
), but no objections...they were too involved. But damn it all, my video camera wasn't where it belonged and I couldn't find it! DAMN it! For the record, I reprimanded my husband for not putting it away and he retrieved it for me--it's now sitting next to my pc here in the living room. If I am privy to another attack of Master 'Ler Josh on the hapless Cindy, I promise I'll tape it. No clue how to let y'all see it, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it...😀Incident #3: Not worth going into after all that--Bill tried to jump me to tickle my feet (very, very slightly ticklish after a pedicure) once we got into bed. Nothing really noteworthy, but seriously, at that point, I'm like, "WTF?? Three's a charm, right?"
There you have it. Too many things to let it go unheralded here... I'll keep you abreast of any further developments--- 😉
Mistress Aura
