OK, I'll admit it,,, I went for a pedicure. So there, perfectly manly....though I probably wouldn't have even thought of going had my mother and sister not been nagging the snot out of me since the sn... Read More
OK, I'll admit it,,, I went for a pedicure. So there, perfectly manly....though I probably wouldn't have even thought of going had my mother and sister not been nagging the snot out of me since the snow melted and sandal season came into play.I personally thought my feet looked just fine, but anyway..with gift certificate in hand & the admonishments of the females in my life on my mind, I booked an appointment and soon found myself sitting in a very luxurious massage chair that could replace any human masseuse. I also found my size 14s crammed into a very shiny blue bowl with (a little too tepid) bubbling water.Not only does my inconvenient foot size make it difficult to find shoes, the fact that they're about as long as the petite estheticians torso..is probably why she looked so flummoxed. I'm surprised she didn't charge me extra.In any case, she did a pretty good job. I was mostly drifting in and out of consciousness as the effects of the massage chair and foot rub were putting me in a trance. Either that or the smell of acetone coming from my neighbour was numbing my senses.They played MTV music videos throughout the entire appointment, which was nice.. since other establishments I've been to seem to play old elevator music.I'm sure she did a great job, because previously mentioned female relatives were oohing and aahing over my feet.. I wasn't as sure though, it's not like I make a practice of studying the look of my feet on a daily basis. I'm rarely barefoot, and so far my flippers (as they have been referred to both affectionately and not) seem to work just great for walking, so I can't say it was a life changing event entirely..Anyway it was relaxing, the place was spotless and professional, and someone else paid for it, so why not?? Read Less