I'd like to submit my entry to the "Worst Toes Ever" story...
It was just this Wednesday. Yes... yes I remember it well... it was a chilly day... but sunny... yeess it was sunny… the day is burned in my memory (and not from the sun). My client was 90. Bless her heart. Havin' a birthday party up in Frankenmuth she was. (Michiganders know this as Michigan's Bavarian blessing to family style chicken dinners. Home of Bronners, 365 days of Christmas store). She started with a manicure. I suggested a lovely pink. She said no. Red blue nail polish. Not blue. Not red... but a red blue sheer but not so much as you could see through it sheer.... but red blue for sure. (did I mention she couldn't see well? Actually 75% vision impaired I think she said) OPI's 'An Affair in Red Square' we settled on (Essies 'After Sex' was a runner up. But she didn't like the 'sex' part.) We moved on to the pedicure. She took her boots and little (actually large) support stockings off and ... WHOA!!.... Sister!! It was a true test.... I knew right then I'd done something extremely bad... probably yelled at my girls one to many times.... gave my husband mustard on his sandwich when he wanted mayo... oh yes... I'd been bad somewhere along the line. Honestly....I swear on my Crystal Files and a brand new bottle of Seche Vite top coat.... she'd not had her nails clipped in a year (maybe more). She had one foot where all the toes were twisted going all which ways toe nails willy nilly. Come to think of it her nails were longer than any acrylic extensions I'd ever put on (and I've done a couple odd, eclectic Halloween costume sets!) For the life of me I can’t figure out how she could walk let alone get her shoes on. I had to excuse myself while she soaked. I debated… clip? File? Skill saw or grinder? Should I send her to a professional? I was torn! My palms were sweaty!! It was at that moment I remembered…. I *AM* a professional…I can do this …dammit! On the upside... The woman was a chatterbox. Everyone in the salon was in tears from her talking... She was so funny. Her stories were classic ramblings of a lonely senior citizen. I imagined she’d probably fallen asleep many nights talking to a cat she didn’t have. My heart went out to her. I swear she NEVER stopped talking! Of course, she wore a skirt and sat in the pedicure chair… kept pulling her skirt up… showin’ her panties!! I had to keep pulling it down. Bless her heart. Anyway…. She used her hands to talk…. Kept rummaging through her red vinyl, faux crocodile purse to tip me (I heard coins jingling) She smudged her finger and I had to fix it... had to take her up front to the couches and hold her hand so she wouldn’t smudge it again. (it was the best part of the service if you ask me... holding her hand... not the smudge). One of my current clients had brought her in to me. She was concerned about her and knew I would take care of her and do whatever was right. Shortly after that I went to the bathroom and checked the mirror to see if I had ‘Sucker’ written across my forehead. I mean.... I was blessed with two pleased clients, a gracious tip, hugs from both and my heart felt good. The End….. Roxanne P.S. When I close my eyes at night.... I see her toenails. --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "NailTech" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/NailTech?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
