My Asian Friends

I went to that nail salon today. You know, the one that I complained about and poked fun of recently. I decided that I would go back again. For a couple of reasons. One, its a better location. Two, they DO do a good job. Three, I want more to blog about.

The woman greeted me as I walked in, "Hello Shari!". She remembers my name because she looked at it on the sign in sheet as my nails were drying the last time. Smart cookie. I don't know her name though. Mr. Party Nails takes care of my nails today. I must say that they look fabulous.

Yes, ABBA was on the tv again.

I asked Mr. Party Nails if it was nail polish remover in the small bowl of liquid that I was to put my fingers in. Yes it was. He was talkative and polite. Told me that this winter was too harsh and each winter is killing him slowly. He also said he was very tired and hadn't slept well in the past four nights. I felt a connection.

When I went to wash my hands before getting them polished, I glanced behind the counter that is opposite of the stations that you sit at. There was a display on the floor of Buddha lit up. There was a bowl in front of Buddha. There was TWINKIES sitting in the bowl, as if they were being offered to Buddha. I was thinking, now THAT is something to blog about. At that point I was wishing that I had my camera on me and that I was brave enough that even if I did have it, that I would take a picture. Now THAT would be perfect.

Now I want to eat a Twinkie.