Moss, is humor writer from Tennessee. She writes a
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things that happen to everyone.
She has written for the Daily News of Kingsport, Griffin Journal,
Oakridge Now, Atlanta Woman Magazine, Aberdeen Examiner, Angleton
Advocate, and Smyrna AM, a supplement of the Murfreesboro Daily News
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||Pretty in Pink...
I thought as I looked down on the rest of the world.
It hadn't been that long since I was in that category myself, but
today I was up on my pedicure throne in the nail shop, the lap of
luxury, where I was treating myself to a much needed pedicure. I had
promised myself this particular episode six months ago and now I was
You see, back last summer I lost a toenail. I won't go into the
gruesome details of what is now ancient history. Suffice it to say, it
has been a long road to recovery as toenails grow much slower than
My feet were so ugly all summer that I had to keep them hidden in
heavy shoes -- right after I had purchased several pairs of new summer
sandals too. Of all the narcissistic luck. I tried to cover the
offending toe by employing the use of a band-aid. There was no use. My
feet were just plain ugly. Ugly feet do absolutely nothing for a
I counted the days, weeks, months until the faint appearance of the
regrowing nail. I had almost decided the it was gone forever and my
toe would be forever naked. When it finally began to grow, I promised
myself that I would treat my feet to a professional pedicure when it
Now, at last, it was time.
"I really needed this", I said to the lady in the next
pedicure chair as I sank back and let my feet soak in the blue waters
of the foot spa.
"I usually do my own", she confessed, "but I felt lazy
I didn't go into my personal situation at this point, but just closed
by eyes and enjoyed the luxurious soak.
At last the pedicurist was ready to work on me, trimming, filing,
oiling. Oh my, so this is how the filthy rich live, I though, as she
applied lotion and massaged my feet. I could get used to this.
"You like?" she asked. How did she know?
The best manicure people seem to speak only enough English to get by.
And her English was far superior to my non-existent foreign language
Apparently, she was used to non-verbal instructions and customers who
use sign language. I pointed to to the bright pink polish I had chosen
for my nails, the color in my dreams for the past six months. She
Quickly and skillfully she applied the polish and I was ready for the
manicurist's table. Might as well get the works while I'm here.
The entire process was repeated to my hands, with a few modifications.
When finished, I limped to the drying table, taking my time so the wet
polish would not get messed up.
At last I was finished. I rolled down my pants legs, put my shoes back
on, and floated out the door like Paris Hilton.
Every once in a while, I have to kick off my shoes and sneak a peek at
my pretty pink toenails, just to be sure they are still there in their
I only wish it was summer so I would wear sandals and show off my
I might splurge and do this again some time. Now that my feet are in
better shape, I could do it myself. But that is for the peasants.
Those of us in the temporary social elite prefer to let other do our
toes. Let's just consider it an investment in my well-being and mental
I just looked and they are still pretty in pink.
Everyone deserves an ego trip once in a while.
Copyright 2012 Sheila Moss
Nashville, TN 37219
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