Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Beauty, Humor, Me Time, Mothers and Daughters | Posted on 22-07-2012
Tags: pedicure, spa, turd paint job
I was excited to receive a $100 gift card to a local spa. Ah, $100…I’ll get a massage, a pedicure, a manicure, maybe even a facial!
Uh, no. This spa was fancy-schmancy. One hundred dollars bought one pedicure. Or two “mini pedicures” for my mini me and me. I brought my daughter along for a girls’ day.
The waiting room was a meditation room. Bamboo. Candles. Orchids. Buddhas. A trickling fountain. Hot tea.
At least the hot tea was free. My daughter and I gulped down three cups each.
Two blond women in black smocks tiptoed in and led us through a dark hallways. Their feet were silent. White women with blond hair were gonna do our pedicures. Did you catch that?
The foot baths, lined with rocks, were piping hot. We each got a brief foot massage and basic nail care. “Bliss” pink polish for me. Blood red for my daughter.
- I asked, “Are you planning to scrape off some of the callouses and the rough skin?”
- “No,” she answered. “That’s not part of the mini pedicure.”
What?! My feet got robbed!
You know the saying…how you can paint a turd, but it’s still a turd? It’s even worse when you pay double for a turd paint job.
I have the prettiest, painted toe nails on the ugliest calloused feet. If it hadn’t been for that gift card, $100 could have bought a new pair of Adidas to cover these suckers up.
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