Salon experience...

So I went to my trusty nail salon in the mall for a pedicure tonight. Tonight's visit was more awkward than usual for the following reasons:

1.) The lady next to me, with her very strong Wisconsin accent proceeded to talk on her cell phone the entire time, after she decided that she would cut, yes cut, her 1994 Lee acid-washed looking jeans, since she couldn't pull them over her knees. Nice.

2.) I like this particular salon because they have a flat screen t.v. and show movies. It's a nice way to relax and not have to make conversation with the nail tech person who barely speaks English. However, tonight's movie pick was "Seven Pounds". If you haven't seen it, you should, it's excellent. But this is a movie that I balled watching... I don't mean, the cry you do when you watch a sappy Folgers commercial at Christmas, I mean eyes puffy, Kleenex-using, husband asking if your ok, kind of cry. Point is, I was hoping that wouldn't happen at the salon tonight.

3.) Nail-tech-guy was a Creepy McCreepster and kept staring at me. Paging awkward, party of 2. Weird.

Good news is, my piggies are sportin a new look and all the ish that was my salon experience was worth it. Thanks, Creepy McCreepster for helping me look my best!