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Pedicure from Hell

Josh did the nicest thing in the world for me today...he called in sick and took me to get a pedicure. It was the best pedicure ever!!! The massage chair was going, my feet were soaking, I got a nice leg massage, and hot towels wrapped around my feet. My toes were polished, I was stuck under the dryer, and sent on my way. Not even two seconds out of the salon I'm looking down at my toes, and even without my glasses on, I can see that somethin' just ain't right! I take a closer look, and sure enough...they're like a bad plastic surgery...completely botched. My big toenails are cut to a length that is almost to the point of being painful, and the polish job is the worst I have ever seen. I was supposed to get an American Manicure...a little like a French Manicure, but more natural looking. There's supposed to be a little white line across the top of each toe...hmmmm...it seems to be missing from some toes altogether, and from others, just in the middle. Gabby could have painted them and I would have had a better job done. The last time I went to this same place, I got the most beautiful pedicure EVER! The person who did them this time was different...but how different can you get? Oh, Oh, Oh...I was so relaxed and just reading a magazine that I wasn't really paying attention, but towards the end after my toes had been painted...and I guess the guy was trying to "fix" them or something (I still wasn't paying that much attention), I realize that this guy has thumb nails that are longer then almost any girl with fake nails!!!!!...and he is using them to clean off the toenail polish around my toes!!!!...and I also realize that these must have been what he was using to clean under my toes as well!!!! I very much enjoyed "getting" this pedicure, but in the end...it was, well, I don't need to tell you. Hopefully there will be some understanding... :)

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