Tuesday, 26 May 2009

• pedicures, manicures, and vietnamese people.

  this weekend, my sister came home due to the horrific fact that her loving boyfriend kindly requested kicked her out every weekend until june twentieth.

  uh huh.

  well, he has his super duper major med exam on june twentieth that will thus allow him to start his residency. therefore, he is majorly studying every day until then. ay dios mios. and since my sister is not working on weekends, she could be of major distractions when she's around doing who knows what, or saying this or that and blah blah blah.

  thus, she has migrated over thirty minutes north just to sisterly bond with harass me.

  on sunday, after sprawling out on the couches for a good two hours talking with my mother and sister, and after buying ten lobsters for $4.99 per pound, my sister and i decided to have a girl date. we ventured downtown - with me driving the automobile, walked the crosswalk, and stepped beyond the doors of "the best nails".

  
  _{these are lobsters.
  we showered them with hot water.
  hehehehehe.}  

  we looked around the seemingly busy nail salon, noticing the five salonists _{(is that what they're called?)} were asian -  not just asian, vietnamese. they stared at us for a good five minutes, and then one woman asked my sister what we were looking for. my sister asked if the two of us could have the pedicure and manicure set. after directing us to the selection of colors we could choose, they sat us in the massage chairs and placed our feet in the soothing hot tub massager thingers, and then the adventure began.

  as i sat back to relax in the blissful massage chair, i noticed the ditzy blonde woman next to me ooh-ing and ahh-ing about how wonderful the chair was, and how it felt like hands on her back. noticing my sweatshirt, which was a tennis sweatshirt from my school, she asked me when i would be graduating - if i hadn't already. i told her i was graduating in two weeks, and she freaked out, exclaiming her nephew _{(we'll call him bob?)} is in my grade, and graduating, too.

  cue five vietnamese people _{(four women, one man - who was actually touching my feet at the time)} talking amongst themselves, loudly, about how ridiculous the ditzy blonde woman sounded.

  _{on a side note, i hate when people touch my feet - because i hate feet. carry on.}

  as these vietnamese people are discussing the various customers - who's fat, who's ugly, who's pretty, who's snobby, who has nice feet, who has ugly nails, etc etc etc, they suddenly stop to look at my sister and i. the two of us are trying to mind our own business by listening to our music, but we can't help but glance at whoever they're talking about, whenever they're talking about them.

  suddenly, they caught on.

  "so... where you girls come from?" the woman who initially greeted us asked, slyly but surely. my sister answered, saying we were born here, but we're vietnamese. suddenly, the expression on all of the vietnamese people's faces changed so quickly, we didn't even notice the facial movements. "you understand what we say, yes?" we nodded our heads slowly. they all laughed nervously.

  "looks like we can't say anything else," said the man, massaging my feet _(blegh!), under his breath.

  "ha... hahaha... we thought you were chinese," said the first woman, who pointed at me. i guess i look chinese.

  they continued to work on our feet _(blegh!!!) and attempted to speak amongst themselves in vietnamese under their breaths. we no longer zoned in on whatever they were saying, and zoned out into our own music.

  after finishing our pedicures, they migrated us to get our manicures done, where i had the woman who initially greeted us, and my sister had the same bitchy girl who did her pedicure.

  the woman who was doing my nails began interrogating me about my life, such as where i am going to school, and for what profession. do i have a boyfriend? is he vietnamese? oh, he's not vietnamese? "that okay, boy don't need to be asian. what is he?" irish. "oh. *scrub scrub scrub*"

  there i was, just smiling silently, as she grabbed ahold of the color i chose for my fingernails, when out of nowhere she exclaims "ACTUALLY!" pause, "how about we do french manicure for you? no extra charge. french manicure cost five dollar more than manicure." my sister and i graciously agreed for her courteous offer, and watched as they did our nails.

  after our nails were painted, my sister and i sat in the seats where our toes and fingers would dry, while watching the two women who did our nails panic. the woman who did my nails spoke hysterically in vietnamese, saying "they know, they know! they understand us!" where as the other woman seemingly shrugged off the situation, then exclaimed "what if they tell?!"

  the two women rapidly walked over to my sister and i.

  "pay for only pedicure, we do manicure for free." the woman who did my nails winked at the two of us, "you're vietnamese. it's okay." and she walked off.

  

  fifteen minutes later, after paying and receiving nicely painted nails, we walked out, perplexed over the entire situation.

   

  "don't ask," my sister said, "it's better if we don't question anything at all, and just appreciate our new found luck."

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