Mom asked me this morning if I wanted to get a pedicure with her and since I’m never one to pass up an opportunity for a little pampering, I quickly agreed. She told me I might not want to agree so fast because the place she was thinking about taking me was the local beauty school because they’d run an ad in the paper for pedicures for $9.95.
Pampering at a discount? I’m totally in.
The person that answered the phone told us to mosey on down about 10:00 so we showed up ready to go only to find out that the technicians were scheduled to take their fifteen minute break at 10:00 and could we please just wander around the adjacent shopping center while they mentally regrouped from their morning session of “Learning how to communicate with your customers”.
I wanted to suggest that learning how to communicate the appropriate appointment time might be a good place to start but my mother gave me a look that suggested I might want to refrain from doing so.
We wandered over to Star Pharmacy and browsed the greeting card section until our new appointment time and when we returned we were warmly greeted by our nail tech who led us to her station and promptly proceeded to ask if we could please remove our own nail polish because “I just got my nails done yesterday and I don’t want to mess them up by getting them in fingernail polish remover.” And because this is rural Oklahoma, even the instructor didn’t seem to think that was an awkward request to make and Mom and I figured that for $9.95, maybe having their customers take off their own nail polish was just a way to save on labor costs.
It reminded me of the last time I was here and Mr. CPQ and I ran over to grab a cup of coffee at the only Starbucks in town (located in the hospital lobby in case you need to know) and as he and I ordered our respective drinks, the barista rolled her eyes and said, “I don’t know why people order different drinks around here because I just make them all the same.”
To which Mr. CPQ answered, “Then I’ll have whatever you’re making.”
We managed to survive our nail appointment and learned way more in that hour than we wanted to know about meeting husbands on-line, tile flooring, impacting the future of hair in America and the rhythm method of birth control before paying our $9.95 and being asked if we wanted our nickel back.
You can bet I wanted that nickel back.
I need to start saving my pennies for the next visit because blog fodder has never come so cheap.
Have a nice day.