Yesterday, I got a manicure with my cousin, Lindsi. And according to the new womanly laws that govern my life, I decided that I should get some fake tips put on.
The older Chinese man working his art on my fingers spoke virtually no english. So, when he began cleaning my hands, he came across the small wart I have on one of my fingers. It's been there for years and seems to be here to stay. However, the man seemed to think it was glue or something and first began scratching at it. He then proceded to start poking and prying at it with his long fingernail, and it was starting to hurt. I knew he wouldn't understand anything I said, so I tried pulling my hand away, but he wouldn't let go! Needless to say, the wort was not budging to his fingernail. Finally, he got curious enough and lifted my finger to see what the problem was and then proceded to laugh for some time.
This was kind of a sick entry.
that kind of creeped me out...sounded painful
ReplyDelete