After two weeks of five minutes with and five hours without, we have internet!! I am home from a couple of days in Idaho with Carol. Doug, kindly, sent me out the door, so that I could go up and help Carol go through and pack some things. She will be moving all of her things back to her Logan home soon, so we've been enjoying time in her Idaho home as much as possible. It's been a delight to spend so much time together, especially uninterrupted! Oh my gosh, we do have a good time together! We laugh when we are together over the goofiest things and just have a great time in each other's company.
This trip, we saw the movie, Max, about a war dog. Wonderful story and very intense movie. Clean, no skin or language, family friendly. Excellent. I know that the kids will want to buy it as soon as it comes out and we will. We also hot tubbed, ate more than we should have, baked almond joy cookies, packed boxes, shopped and went for pedicures.
We went into a salon in Twin Falls, which is about an hour away from Carol's Idaho home. There were several workers there, none of which spoke very much English, which is not an issue for either of us, but would have made a difference in what happened, I'm certain.
We asked if they were free to do two pedicures together, we picked our polish colors and they invited us to sit in the two chairs at the end of the shop. (Say seats 5&6) Carol's guy immediately, handed us our "menu", then got right to work on her feet. I sat there. And waited. And waited. Ten minutes went by before my guy even came near me. He walked up, handed me a bottled water, put one foot in the water and started removing my polish on my other. Carol was already several steps ahead of me having her toes clipped. She texted me "OUCH!!!" and that her water was like ice water!
A woman needed to pay, so my guy jumps up, as he's barely started, and goes up front to the register. He didn't say a word, just left. He was gone FOR.EVER ...which wouldn't have bothered me but there were two other workers just walking around and gabbing. Finally, he comes back to me and continues with his nifty little nippers. This time, he jams the nippers into my toe so far that I flinched. Carol and I were texting that we were both bleeding from the knees down, at this point.
Out of the blue, he jumps up again, without one single word, goes up front a sec then comes over to chair 4, where he'd worked on the lady who was there when we arrived, and starts cleaning her chair!!! He's in the middle of working on me and decides to clean the chair because he passes it and thinks it's a good time? WHAT? He drained the yucky, cloudy water, sprayed the basin and starts scrubbing it all, sprays some more, lifts the pillows, cleans under them...at least I could say that it's a clean place, right? This took a few more minutes. In the meantime, Carol's next to me getting a massage with the hot rocks and her feet wrapped. We are texting, "WHAT'S HAPPENING?!?!?" My guy finishes cleaning the chair and puts the cleaning stuff away. He hadn't changed to new gloves after doing the other lady's feet and before he started on my feet in the first place. I rolled with it, even though I was dying inside! GERMAPHOBE NIGHTMARE! I literally was self-talking, "She looks like a clean woman,she's wearing a really stylish outfit, her hair was styled, she was wearing very cute flip-flops, I'll still be alive. It's okay."
But now that he's scrubbed the nasty foot stuff (whether the lady from the other chair was clean or not!)...eeewwwwww!!!!! He walked back to me and starts to reach for my foot with the same nasty cleaning gloves!!! (I'm a freak, I realize, but seriously? Is this sanitary?) I asked him kindly and with a smile, "I'm sorry. Could you please change your gloves, since you cleaned with those gloves?" He looks at me and says, "One dollar. Gloves." Okey dokey then. He changed the gloves, having to put on three because they kept ripping, grabs my foot and starts to scrub. At this point, Carol is already 40 minutes into her treatment and I'm on step 2, about ten minutes into mine. Carol and I were texting and dying! We are barely looking at each other to keep from laughing.
In the meantime, another customer has walked in and said something to one of the non-working girls. The worker comes and converses with my guy in their language while he's scrubbing my foot. He keeps saying, "Tickle." I'm thinking, "No! Ripping my foot to shreds, thank you." Can you say ROUGH!?
Out of the blue, a minute later, my guy gets up and walks over to the woman who'd walked in, has her sit down in chair 1 and starts working on her feet! He never said a word. (I'm thinking that the woman had been in and had a problem that he was supposed to repair.) Um, did he want to say, "Excuse me." or "I'll be right back." But...Nothing.
Carol texts "Really?" I text "Can I just leave?" She responds, "YES! This is ridiculous!" We both text that we have had nippers poke our knee caps via our big toes. My guy is still working away on the lady in chair #1. Carol's guy is now about 50 minutes into her treatment and ready to polish her pretty (although throbbing) toes. I'm still not ten minutes into mine and my guys down at the other end working on someone else!
I reached over, grabbed my purse, sat up, stepped my feet, that looked much better when I arrived than as I was leaving, into my flipflops and walked out the front door right past my guy who never even noticed. Neither did Carol's guy! Or anyone else?! I walked around the corner and about a block through a parking lot to the other end of the strip mall into Target. Carol and I were texting the entire while. She said that they still hadn't even noticed that I was gone. I went inside Target and walked all the way to the back corner of the store to grab something we needed before Carol texted that they finally realized I had left.
She said that her guy asked, pointing to my empty chair, "She go bathroom?" Carol said, "No, she left." She said that my guy walked over and looked at my empty chair and asked "Left? Why?" She said, "Because she was tired of waiting for you. Because she was tired of being ignored. And for the record, I'm not happy at all. I brought her here. This was her first time here and she will never come back!" She said they did not even say a word! Her guy was finishing her up, she paid the guy and left.
We both had throbbing toes all night long... to the point that we took ibuprofen because we felt like we had our toenails removed instead of painted! And I didn't even get to the fun part! No massage, no hot rocks, no oils, no polish...just now ingrown toenails! Talk about disappointed! But, we laughed about it for the rest of the night, in between whining about our sore big toes! Seriously, it was hysterical! We won't be going back there, obviously. I mean really... REALLY?
That was our biggest laugh of the trip. We never get together that we don't laugh, even in the most difficult of times. We talk about Robert and the good times, the fact the fact that there should have more of those good times, about our kids, about our memories and our future plans. I said to Carol, "How long have we been friends?" "Twenty five years." "And how is it that we don't run out of things to talk about?" It's because we are friends.
Life is good.