When I went to see Vivet who does my nails figuring, I’d have to wait till August to get a pedicure since women’s toes are chomping at the bit, she surprised me when she said…
“I’m free now.”
I expected The Nail Nook to look like a scene from Ben Hur, but it was quiet.
“People are still afraid,” she said.
My feet however, laughed and said, “Not us baby.”
So masks in place like bank robbers at a spa, me and a chef, named Marcel, soaked like we won the Derby.
I’ve met Chef Marcel before after admiring his Louis satchel the size of a steer, a bag, he claims you can only order from Paris.
It didn’t sound right to me as we compared polish choices…Macaroon for him, Watermelon Pink for me, since short of a kidney, you can get anything on Amazon, but Connecticut naturally weighed in, zipping her naked lips.
Speaking of…will gloss be a thing of the past like dinosaurs and pay phones ya think, masks making it rather obsolete?
But hey, that’s another essay, and besides, lets stay where are feet are, as they recommend in 12 Step.