njjen3953
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Today I had my very first professional pedicure. I usually do them myself, but I got a gift certificate to a nail place.
Well, as I expected, it was torture. I was squirming and biting the top of my diet coke bottle, but the squeals still came out loud and clear. The young guy giving me the pedicure had this sh*t eating grin on his face and kept saying, "Does that tickle"? That of course made it worse and all I could do was nod.
To make matters worse, the lady in the pedicure chair next to me is a professor in my department at college. She just looked at me smiling, but did not say a word. All the professors talk to eachother. I dread going to school Monday.
Jen
*totally mortified*
Well, as I expected, it was torture. I was squirming and biting the top of my diet coke bottle, but the squeals still came out loud and clear. The young guy giving me the pedicure had this sh*t eating grin on his face and kept saying, "Does that tickle"? That of course made it worse and all I could do was nod.
To make matters worse, the lady in the pedicure chair next to me is a professor in my department at college. She just looked at me smiling, but did not say a word. All the professors talk to eachother. I dread going to school Monday.
Jen
*totally mortified*