Lesson #4/2

A Day at the Nail Salon:

Swung open door to the nail salon, jingle of the bells alerted everyone to my arrival, all heads turned to me.
I was on time, nail tech was not as he pointed to his watch and mouthed I'm sorry.
Receptionist said, pick color, have seat.
I glanced over the colors forever it seems, came up with a rosy red.
No empty chairs so I ducked back outside for a cig and it looks like rain is coming this way.
Skies are dark gray, wind is howling around the shop corner.
Bells jingle, someone is leaving so I take a drag of the cig, smash into the ashtray and go back inside.
I sit down next to a middle-aged lady and her three nieces, all here for manicures she boasts.
I look at the neon green clock, cluck my tongue, gonna be here awhile.
Grab a magazine and flip through it, some fashion magazine full of colorful clothes and expensive colognes.
Put it down almost as fast I picked it up.One of the girls dressed in a red shirt and blue jeans is kicking her sister.
Said sister is having a fit and punches her, Auntie yells and tells them to stop. They all sit quietly for now.
One of the techs turns on two of the black spa chairs, water is running and bubbling in the tub.
Two of the little girls start arguing and auntie steps in again, ends up taking them outside for a talk.
Finally my technician calls me.
I hand him my polish choice and he starts to file my nails. The grinder is humming, old nail polish powder is blowing all over.
Older lady behind me with beehive hairdo is yelling at her tech that her nails are too long..oh wait that one is too short...not square I told you, round them! she yells at the tech.
I sit patiently, eager to get out of here, the stench from the chemicals always give me a headache if I am here too long.
Leo knows that so he pushes along, tuning out the rest of the goings on.
Nails filed, he is pushing and trimming my cuticles now, I pull my hand back quickly,and he apologizes for pushing too hard.
Two of the girls are being called for their turn, take seats far from me...I smile to myself!
I hear an ouch! and look up to see a teenage getting her eyebrows waxed. Ouch is not the term I would use watching hot wax be spread on your skin and sit through the pulling off of numerous hairs at once! Hell no! not me I think to myself, shaking my head.
Leo says almost done as he applies color to my last nail. I put my hands in front of the fan for a few minutes, my head is beginning to pound.
Last little girl is getting a pedicure, water is splashing over the tub, Auntie is yelling at her again to remain still and stop making a mess...yeah right!
Leo applies finishing spray, I hand him money and his tip and he says same time, 2 weeks? I nod my head yes and he smiles and I say try to have a good afternoon as he moves toward the little girl in the spa chair.