nail salon

the fourth of july is one of my favorite holidays. while lighting fire-works with the fam, my dad said something that sparked my memory. it was a memory from when i had flown up for my friend emily's and michael's wedding. it's a story that still to this day makes me laugh and i figured i needed to write it down so that i would remember it forever....

it was the day before emily's and michael's wedding in april. after picking up michael's tux, emily, michael, and I went to the local nail salon so emily could get her nails done.

there was absolutely no one in this nail salon....at least we thought. i was sitting down reading people magazine while michael was paying close attention to emily's pedicure when all of a sudden we heard loud shouting from the back rooms. one woman was going nuts....screaming, yelling, you name it at another woman behind the curtains.

the little vietnamese woman doing emily's pedicure said, "I scare foh her". emilie, michael, and I looked at each other in confusion until...

a woman storms out of the back room yelling, "don't EVER come here for a facial! these people are not professional!" and leaves the salon with her embarrassed boyfriend slowly trailing behind her.

a couple minutes after the fiasco, the vietnamese woman working on the crazy lady came out behind the curtains all flustered.

vietnamese lady: "oh my gah. that lady was so wude. i cannot belie her"

"she came in here cuz she hab many peckles, and she say, 'i want to get wid of my peckles' so i tell her 'i can get wid of your peckles but it take mo den one tweatment'. so lata she come back and she say, "i look like MONTAH!"

-at this point i am so confused. i'm sitting there starring at the woman trying to figure out what the heck 'peckles' were and most of all what on earth a 'MONTAH' was-

"so i tewl lady dat it take mo den one tweatment. and i tewl her that she pick her peckles. i can tell dat she picked her peckles. den the lady say, 'i no pick my peckles. are you calling me a liah?' den i say, no lady. but i can tewl dat you pick your peckles. it take mo den one tweatment. it no magic."

after the long, drawn out story, i realized what the lady was saying...

(translation. the woman came into the nail salon to get a chemical peel to get ride of her freckles, but it didn't work so she told the vietnamese lady that she looked like a MONSTER. the esthetician told her that it would take more than one treatment to get rid of the freckles, but the lady had no patience)