I'm not really a pedicure kind of gal, as you may have surmised from my previous posts. I have subjected my feet to hard labor most of my life, and it's not uncommon to find me running around weeding my garden or taking out trash without the benefit of shoes.
So imagine my surprise when I recently found myself scheduling an appointment for my first pedicure EVER. And I didn't make the appointment just anywhere, but at an upscale salon that I heard brings you free drinks while you're being serviced. (This may be more urban legend than stone-cold fact; but, hey, it’s still a nice thought.)
Wait a minute. Serviced? Is that the right word for this type of situation? Like when I take my minivan in for an oil change?
Close enough, I guess!
I had been planning to make this call for weeks. I received a gift card a while back and thought, why not? I'm going to waste it - I mean use it - on myself for a change.
But for weeks, I hadn’t been able to do it. I just couldn't bring myself to make the call. I kept getting cold feet (pardon my expression).
I almost gave the card away to one of my daughters like I usually do, but then I realized my name was actually written right on it.
I wasn’t getting out of it this time. I was actually going to be stuck using it for myself. Darn!
So that’s when I finally called the salon. As soon as I said, "I'd like to make an appointment for a pedicure," the lady responded with, "Is this your first appointment here?"
How did she know??? This wasn’t a face-time call. How could she tell I have poor, neglected feet over the phone? Was it evident from the tone of my voice??
Oh, brother. I hope they let me in with my poor, untreated feet.
Anyway, I managed to get the appointment scheduled and ended the call.
And I felt better already.
Imagine . . . me . . . going to a full-service spa.
My adventures in advanced podiatry have begun.
My feet may be just another pair of ordinary working feet, but they have suffered in silence for far too long. Their day in the sun is coming!
And I think I may even enjoy myself.