
I have an unreasonable fear of lice. It is one of the main reasons I chose not to teach elementary school. It's also the reason that I can never completely relax and lean back in movie theatres.
Needless to say, while I was getting a pedicure today and looked over to witness two workers picking through one another's hair with tweezers, and occasionally finding little treats, I nearly crapped my pants.
On the inside I was screaming, "WHAT THE HELL? LICE? GIVE ME BACK MY FEET AND GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" On the outside I just quietly leaned forward, pulled my hair into a ponytail and ached for the end of the longest pedicure in history.
Now that I am home and showered, I am pretty sure that my scalp is nearly bloody from the scrubbing, and I can't shake the image of a permanently lice infested existence. Maybe I am crazy, but the thing that disturbs me the most is the fact that they were just sitting there, in the waiting area, picking and digging at one another. Right there in the open! They were always so clean and orderly but not today. ..I realize that I may have an overactive sense of shame for such things, but what happened to the days of doing things like this in the back room!