Sunday, June 21, 2009


So I had a client who requested me have freshly pedicured feet. I'd been meaning to get a pedicure for a while so was happy to oblige. I realised when I got to the salon I should have asked him for a colour recommendation - how to pick a colour to make him happy, or at least not offend?

I went for a pearly pale colour that changed with the light.

The salon owner who did my feet complimented me. He'd dragged out the razor to give all the dead skin a trim, only to find I had hardly any.

"Your feet are beautiful," he said.

Little did he know that in a few hours time, after paying him $35 for the pedicure, I'd be getting exactly ten times that amount to have another man say exactly the same thing to me.

No comments:

Post a Comment