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So, yesterday morning we had a rare two hours to kill – the S.O. was out playing tennis and nothing good was happening on the BB live feeds. Why not head over to Bernal and get that mani/pedi we’ve been meaning to get for the last two months?
We got in the car and headed over to our favorite, most reliable salon, where the instruments are clean, the prices can’t be beat, and there’s always some funny Asian soap opera playing on the tiny TV stationed at the back of the salon where the unoccupied estheticians hang out and gossip (we can only assume).
When we walked in, the doorbell chimed and we chimed in, “Manicure, pedicure.” We weren’t surprised that a man led us to a spa chair in the back. A gentleman has always played host at this salon. But we were surprised when he brought over the nail kit, sat down, and began filing.
Since we attended one of those God-awful hyper-liberal women’s colleges, we are, of course, full believers in equal opportunity employment. So, we figured, what the hell? Let’s just relax and see how it goes. And it was going fine until he started polishing our nails, and our fingers grazed the back of his hairy hand, almost smearing the polish. We began wondering if our Chanel Madness was going to waste.
In the end, it turned out to be a good manicure. (A lady did our pedicure.) We have to admit that even though we were a little skeeved out by the hand hair and lack of some salon niceties (e.g. the use of pillows to support raised appendages), he did a pretty nice job and was quite pleasant. Other than suggesting he wax or shave his hands, our only other feedback would be, and this is to all men, NEVER HANDLE OUR PURSES WITHOUT ASKING FIRST.
By Deborah
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What an ignorant post.
And, please. As if going to an elite school that segregates based on gender makes you anti-sexist or "liberal".
Here he is doing all of the work while the girls watch soaps in the back and talk shit about the stupid white girl who just walked in and all you can comment on is his icky hairy hands.
Bravo. THANK you for enlightening us.
How vapid.
hey, i went to that same God-awful hyper-liberal women’s college! always nice to see/hear of another smithie in SF.
word, what's up sophia smith!
OMG! She drove her car! She should be burned at the stake!
What up, Smithies?! Got any quad bunnies in the house?
I've seen people wear flip flops or sandals in public displaying the most ill groomed feet imaginable.
Please!! If you have callouses the thickness of cow hooves on your heels, and toenails as long as a yogi who has lived in a cave in Nepal for 20 years please wear boots when in public. Otherwise get a pedi and tip the beautician $20.00 for dealing with a horror case.
I thought Brock had posted this at first..actually, I choose to continue thinking this.
Was the guy humming J.Geil's classic tune 'First I Look In The Purse' while he cleaned up those nails of yours?
I posted it, but Deborah wrote it, #7. I get my nails done in the Tenderloin, not Bernal Heights.