Encounters of a Nail Kind

Today was a hellaciously busy day after work. I scurried out the door and into TERRIBLE traffic. It took me about 30 minutes to get the 8 miles from Mooresville to Huntersville. I stopped by the bank to make a deposit into the ATM where I promptly put in a check backwards so the machine didn't read it and I was prompted to open a claim that would allow me to finish processing the deposit. Then I had to hurry home, park, run inside and grab a mail ticket, then hoof it down to the mgmt. office and pick up a package that was waiting. It was my Gyration keyboard and mouse + my $20 copy of Microsoft Office 2007 that I got through a work discount. (Yes, I think Microsoft Office is the devil, but I will explain more in a later post.) I trekked back to the apartment to drop off the goods and then went to get my nails done...hence the reason for this post, and I will promptly tell that story. After the nail thing I went to Staples and Target then returned home to play with stuff and actually had a quite productive evening in the apartment. It was grand. Now, onto the story...

There is a nail place next door to the pottery shop below me. I don't even know the name of it, and I think they are probably a little expensive, but they are extremely convenient and quite friendly. What I found out today was that they might be too friendly...

I needed my brows waxed, nail fill-ins, and a pedicure. (It was sort of a present to myself for my birthday.) Brows were done first, then they started my nails. About 1/2 through with the nails it was pedi time. So, I moved over to one of the chairs and the nail girl followed. Double service -that was nice. I got my nails finished while my toes were being done. Everything was pretty normal until the girl doing my nails finished. Then she spotted my cute green patent leather (I guess thats what it is) Ann Taylor bag. She must have commented to the girl doing my toes about it because they both stared asking questions, and the one doing my toes spoke better English. "oooo nice bag" she said, "esspensive?" she asked. No, I got it for something like $15 at Ann Taylor on clearance the other week. "Day have in black?" she wondered. Yes, they do. Pink, and blue as well. "Ooo, is sooo nice." Then the nail girl picks it up and starts prancing around the place with my bag and posing in the mirror. It was crazy. That was basically over, and I was back to flipping through the pages of Glamour magazine. When the toe girl asked me, "so you live here?" Yes, I am new the area I old her. "ahhh - das nice." Yes, I like it here. "Ar eu married?" No, divorced. "ohhhh. "you has kids?" Oh gosh no. Fortunately not. It made things much easier. "yes." - pause- "you has boyfriend?" No...but i did date someone for awhile. We broke up a few months ago. "ohhh. das sad." Well, it happens. "you very pretty. you should has boyfriend." Thanks. I'm young. I have time. Eventually I will meet someone. "Yes. you very young. very pretty." Thanks. - pause - "I thinks you find boyfriend fast cause you so pretty. so young."

Ok, you get the picture. It went on for like 5 minutes. That means the dialog was probably only for about 2 minutes, but it was incredibly awkward and she continually looked at me funny. It was almost like she was hitting on me in this really weird way that someone does when they are trying to figure out "which team you play for." Needless to say, I don't play for that team.