Monday, April 12, 2010

Pedicure Etiquette

I had my first pedicure yesterday. How I could have made it 40 years without experiencing the beautiful joy of a pedicure is a mystery. Never having had one before, I wasn’t aware that there are rules, procedures and etiquette for having a pedicure. I’ll now share a list of newly learned tips:
-Shave your legs before you get a pedicure—it’s just not polite (and kinda icky) to give someone rug burns off your leg hair stubble
-Don’t wave your foot around in the air to get a better look at the toe nail polish—nobody likes getting kicked in the face
-Don’t get paranoid when the employees are talking to each other in Vietnamese, they probably aren’t talking about you, unless you just kicked one in the face
-Don’t skate around the salon in the paper flip-flops shoes going, “woo woo, chugga chugga coo coo”
-Skinny jeans are a bad choice to wear when you are getting a pedicure—your pants will only roll up so far
-Be prepared to bite your lip when your feet are exfoliated—it will tickle something fierce and giggling, “teehee” will just make you sound like a lunatic
-You seem cheap if you don’t tip the manicurist, and fuzzy candy from the bottom of your purse doesn’t count
-When the manicurist grabs your shoes and purse they are just moving them for you, so yelling, and “Stop thief!” is very bad, don’t ask me how I know
-Yelling “Ouch!” every time the manicurist touches a toe nail is only funny for the first 4 or 5 times
-It’s probably not a good idea to bring a rubber ducky or toy boat for the foot soak tub, toys are frowned on in nail salons
-Don’t wait until your toe nails are 4 inches long, just to give them something to work with
-Don’t ask the manicurist, “So I hear people who work with feet have a thing for feet, you don’t want to suck on my toes or anything do ya?"
Next week I’m going for my first facial, I’ll let you know how it goes.

1 comment:

Christina Rodriguez said...

Once while we were dating, my husband treated me to a full spa day that included lunch. It was terribly awkward: there was a HUGE fly in my salad, the makeup lady chose really awful colors for my face (she wanted to experiment on my asian features), and the facial was terrifying (I still get acne in my twenties). I told my husband he was so sweet to want to pamper me, but please don't send me to a spa again!