My feet look good, but I felt like a cow in feedlot. "You stupid white lady, sit down be quiet, I…read morefix your feet, just hold still". They didn't actually say any of these things of course, but that's how I felt. I had the chair back adjusted, then she just changed it to the way she thought I should have it. They had a young girl, there that belonged to one of the staff members, that was role-playing that she was going to do my pedicure, and came up and move the tray next to the seat, and smashed my finger, didn't even receive an apology from an adult.
Was here visiting family, I told her my feet were bad to start with, from gardening, even though it had only been about three weeks since my last pedicure. She kept showing them to me as she filed my callouses like she was disgusted with me. They kept talking amongst themselves in their language, which I feel is rude and excluded. I feel as though, even though she kept looking up and smiling at me, I was expected to think that was enough to make me think she was being polite.
I paid for the most expensive pedicure, and then when she went to Paint them, she didn't even want to start with a base coat. She acted like she didn't understand anything I said, I also couldn't understand the very little that she said. I digress, I could go on.
When she was done, she pronounced, thank you as she abruptly stood up and walked off.
Never have I had a less relaxing pedicure. I will give her this, my feet look good, and she massaged my feet and legs so much that she was Jostling me and the chair.
Whew, I glad when it was over.
