We go to the same nail place every time and I am always amazed that they remember us. Amazed I suppose since we only go there about once every three months.
You see, I am cheap. I figure why pay for something that I can do just as well at home? However, every once in a while the call of the big fancy chair with the jets of warm water shooting at your feet call to me. And I must go.
Anyway, the last time we were there the owners wife gave me my pedicure. She is a lovely young woman and I really like her. She is all of about 4'10" tall with a very petite frame. I noticed immediately upon our last meeting that something was different about her. Her chest area seemed to have been enhanced. Lets just say that her enhancement was so great that I was worried she may topple over as she bent over the jets to scrub all the callouses off my feet.
Well, today we went back. I spoke to the owner and he gave Samantha and I our favorite chairs near the front. This time a nice young man was given the honor of scrubbing my feet.
I have never had a man give me a pedicure before and let me tell you it is not a situation I plan to repeat in the near future. He was holding my toes so tightly I actually started to sweat. I am lucky to still have skin on the bottom of my heels as he was scrubbing them so hard. Unfortunately I am such a wimp and never want to hurt any ones feelings so I suffered in silence and never told him he was hurting me.
So, here is question #1. Are you a total wimp like me or would you have ripped your feet out of his grasp and told him he was KILLING your feet? I said ouch a couple of times but I guess he didn't get the hint.
OK, now back to the story.
As I was receiving my torture, oh I mean relaxing pedicure, I started looking around and noticed something that almost made me think I was looking at a rerun of the Stepford Wives.
Every manicurist in this salon had the same new chest size as the owners wife. They all had the same brea*ts spilling out of their low cut tops.
What the heck?
Was their some 2 for 1 special down at the corner plastic surgeon or something? I know that California has the highest rate of these kinds of surgeries but this was just ridiculous.
I am not kidding when I say I counted eight women with the same obvious enhancement.
You know, recently I have been privately thinking (obviously not so private any more as I am sharing it with all of you now) about having my chest area put back the way God originally intended it to be. After nursing 5 children things tend to go south a little and it would be nice to perk things up a little and put them back into their proper place. Know what I mean?
Actually I am only kidding. Some days I joke about it but I am basically happy with the body God has blessed me with.
However, just for fun, here is question #2. If you were interested would you have the guts to ask one of the girls, who looked like a water balloon was about to burst forth out of her shirt, where she had her work done and if they were giving discounts seeing as he whole shop seemed to have had the same Double D job done?
Would ya? Could ya? I am dying to know.
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