Laundry and Pedicures

I ran away for the weekend. I visited with my family in Harrison and then stopped in Newport to do pictures from my sister-in-laws family. I was pooped when I got home, but enjoyed every minute!

I decided to wait until yesterday afternoon to do laundry cause I was pooped from all the traveling. I thought while we were waiting for laundry to finish, I would run get a pedicure. My feet are awful, Tim says it's because I don't wear socks and tennis shoes (specifically Reebok tennis shoes) during the summer, I wear flip flops and heels.

So, we were rocking along, little dude doing my feet kept making funny faces. He looks up at me and asks how long has it been since I was in to have this done. I said about 3 weeks. He shook his head, spouted off some really fast Vietnamese and all the workers stopped what they were doing and stared at my feet and laughed.

I posted some stuff on facebook during all this...

"awkward...when the nail place is empty...guy working on my feet speaks real fast and all the workers stop what their doing and look at your feet, laugh and point..."

"I'm thinking it's not a good sign when the blender looking thing gets pulled out and used on your feet...just sayin"
"I think the blender thing almost burned up ...he made a face when it smoked a little bit..."

Then he spread this green warm gooey junk on my legs...
"ok, so now I want to take this little guy, his blender thingy and the green goop home with me..."

"well, now, this pink stuff is new...and HOT!"

He dipped my feet in hot wax 5 times each and then bagged 'em up. Man my feet must really be scary! My feet looked like feet from Planet of the Apes.

One of my friends said she had never seen the bag trick before. I must be special.

He's peeling off the wax now and...

"I would like to think these people are discussing what's for dinner...but they are still laughing and pointing at my feet..."

Now they are speaking turbo speed Vietnamese.

"ok, that's it...I'm learning Vietnamese!"

Finished. They look relieved that I'm leaving.

I make it to the laundry mat to pick up the dried clothes. A young couple is there, the dad is pushing the little kids around in the laundry carts and his wife is sitting on the folding table. The manager walks in and looks at me and says..."You need to get all your kids under control!" He tells the dad to stop pushing the kids and the mom to get down and then shoots me a dirty look. I said..."those people are not my kids!" I don't think he believed me.

I asked the young lady how old she was and she said 20. I was all...pah-leeeze, he really thought I was your mom! Wow.

Then I did the math.

I could have a 20 year old.

Depressing.

Keeping it real - Butler Manor in the City.