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I learned a new word today...

So, I'm going toobing tomorrow. That called for a desperate pedicure...desperate...I could have probably just painted over my French manicure, but I had a lot of toenails that had chipped...plus, who can get enough of sitting in that massage chair getting your toes did?

So...I went and got a pedicure tonight. At first I was highly pissed off and very annoyed. I waited for 45 minutes with my feet in the water before anyone came to do my toes! And then this Hispanic girl was going back and forth with a Vietnamese girl on who was going to actually do them...Awww, God! Are my toes that bad? I mean they hadn't even seen them, yet! Anyway, Wendy the Vietnamese girl got lucky and won the straw to touch my beautiful feet. I couldn't stay mad for long. Within minutes I wanted to roll out of my seat laughing. The Hispanic girl was trying to teach Wendy words in Spanish, and, of course, Wendy was trying to teach the Hispanic girl (Myrna) Vietnamese words. So, then this mischievious guy, the only guy working there, whispers a naughty word into another girls ear to say back to Wendy. It translated to "Fuck You". Needless to say, everyone was laughing really hard and telling her to stop saying it. About 15 minutes later, Wendy asked the girl what the word was again, and the girl had forgotten it, but I was kind of mouthing it to her. So she asked me, "Do you remember what it was?" I said, "Yes." So, she told me to say it, and I did, and Wendy who I thought hated me started laughing, patting my leg, and telling me how good it was that I remembered something. It was lots of laughs. That rarely happens when you get your toes done in a place where they barely speak English.

So, then for the rest of the time, the girls kept making up scenarios about me going to get my toes done somewhere else, and I should just shout that word at them if they were Vietnamese if they hurt my toe or something. And then I should tell them that so-and-so at so-and-so playce taught me how to say it, and then they'd come beat him up!

I was given a steroid shot in my shoulder to help it out. The first two days I thought I was going to die it hurt so much worse than before, but then I woke up yesterday...and hmmm...no pain at all! Yay for me!

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