LMNOP

Yesterday Kelly and I went to get $20 pedicures (cheap!) at a slightly, um, not upscale place in her neighborhood.  The nail salon is located right next door to a Payless Shoes, as if to say, "so you like to buy things of sub-par quality for your feet?  Have we got a treat for you!"

Based on the price of the service and the location of the shop, we were not expecting a very luxurious pedicure experience.  Still, even with our low expectations, we were downright shocked by how shitty the service there ended up being.

Things started off well, actually.  The place was not at all crowded; a young Asian man greeted us promptly and led us to side-by-side reclining chairs equipped with standard-issue foot baths and started the water, informing us that we should sit and relax and our pedicures would start in just a couple of minutes.    So we sat and relaxed for a couple minutes . . . and then a couple more.  And a few more on top of that.  And then we noticed that the same man who had started our foot baths was now in the front of the shop, slumped to his side on the waiting-area couch, fast asleep.  Like, mouth open.  Almost drooling.

In retrospect, I now see that this was the moment when we should have left.  But we did not, and soon enough a young woman came over and started to work on my feet.  Unfortunately, it was another 25 minutes before anyone came to work on Kelly, which meant that even after my own pedicure was f-i-n-a-l-l-y done, it was still another half hour before Kelly was ready to go.  This made out our total stay in The Pedicure Shack from Hell last over an hour, which may even have been fine if the issues of People were, say, only two months old instead of three, or if the lone other customer in the joint was able to keep her conversational voice to oh, say, 50 decibels instead of 150.  But these things were not to be, and therefore the $10 I saved on footcare will likely be going toward blood pressure medication in the near future.