It's only upon sitting down that I realize it's been exactly 4.5 weeks since I last picked up a razor. Also: toe hair. We're off to a relaxing start.
As much as I enjoy small talk, I'd really like to be left alone to read my People magazine, circa 2007. Britney Spears is really having a hard time these days, eh?
It's a noble profession, really it is — making women feel beautiful. It's also disgusting. Feet all day, yuck. I wonder if she has a power ranking of the nastiest feet she has ever touched. I wonder where I am on that list.
If she touches the middle of my foot one more time, I cannot be held responsible if I involuntarily kick her in the face. No offense.
My foot looks like a boat in her tiny and delicate little hands. Perfect hands, really. And now her perfect little hands are touching the corn on my big toe. What is she saying? Is it about my corn?
Ugh, I know that she is talking about my corn and my bunion and my weird little toe that doesn't grow a toenail. This is mortifying. I'm never doing this again. You've betrayed me again, weird toes.
The massage was way too short, but good thing we're moving on to the paraffin wax dip. This should feel nice. Holy balls, this paraffin wax is molten hot lava! Breathe through it, breathe through it. Don't scream in pain, it's unbecoming. OK, it's cooling off. I might have a blister but it's cooling off.
You know, it was touch and go there for a minute. But just look at my toenails! Better set my next appointment.
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