The (pedi)Cure To All Problems

, , | Hopeless | April 28, 2016

(I go get a pedicure. There is another woman in the shop already when I get there, and she is being attended to by the owner’s wife. The owner’s son takes me but sits me next to his mother’s client. Halfway through my pedicure, the client next to me gets up as and knocks her drink over onto my shoes. They are old slip-ons that I only wear for pedicures or nasty outside works, so I don’t much care.)

Client: “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to. It was an accident!”

Me: “Ma’am, it’s okay. I’m not upset. They’re just shoes.”

(The owner’s wife picks up my shoes and washes them in a clean pedicure bath while the lady keeps apologizing. She gets up to leave once my shoes are rinsed off and goes to pay. I go back to my magazine. The wife and son speak in their native language for a moment.)

Son: “My mother says that the lady paid for your session because you were so nice about the accident.”

Client: “You weren’t supposed to tell her until I left!”

(She playfully stomped out, but it made my eyes water at how kind she was.)

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