Yesterday I realized that Spring was coming. With the warmer weather my "piggies" will be showing a lot more, so last night I decided to treat myself to a pedicure.
I don't often get my toes professionally done. Last time was at a spa across town where I had a gift certificate. They did a good job, but I didn't want to drive that far this time. I knew that wouldn't be a problem, though; just about every strip mall around here has a nail salon. A Google search revealed that there were six places to choose from within five miles of my house. I didn't know anything about any of them, so I picked the one closest to me. Except for the fact that I was getting my nails done and didn't want to mess them up on the way home I could have walked there.
When I walked in there were two technicians, but no other customers. Both of the technicians looked to be Vietnamese. One of them greeted me in pretty good English, and started the water at a seat. She asked me to choose my polish color from the dozens lined up on a rack. I was feeling adventurous, so I picked a bright pinky-orange color. The second technician got out supplies and sat on the stool at the end of the seat. She did all the work, not speaking the entire time.
While my feet were soaking in the warm water, the technician handed me a price sheet and asked me what type of pedicure I wanted. I chose the least expensive, which I figured would get me clipped and pushed cuticles, pumiced heels, and polished nails. I got all that, and more. I also got a leg massage and a foot wax dip. And pretty piggies that will make me smile for the next few weeks.