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!
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Ok, now I'm itching. YUCKO!!
What the heck... it sounds like you had a couple of monkeys in there just grooming each other! I can't believe they would do that in public!
Growing up in Hawaii we had our fair share of LICE. I hated having to go through the whole washing of lines and towels and nasty smelling shampoo. I am sure my mom hated it more...with 4 girls!
EWWWW!
And I was just thinking that I needed a pedicure.
GROSS!
That is really gross. It's going around our school right now. If you ever get it, I can fill you in on the chemical-free treatments that actually work. (You know washing until you bleed won't help, right? Stop that!)
Dude, I knew I didn't like that salon you took me to!!! Nasty!
I think the blood is purifying.
I think this may be enough to get me to start painting my own toenails. Maybe.
Just don't go to "Nam Nails."
That is disgusting...luckily none of my students have had lice...YET!!!
Good thing I read this late at night when I don't need to eat. Nasty!!!
OMG! What was the name of the salon?
You know now that you scratched your scalp up it is the perfect place for them to lay their eggs. Now they have access to your underskin, your blood and your brain. Think about that. :)
I know I'm late on this, but seriously, What. the. hell?
I would have gone screaming from my pedicure and never looked back. Your tolerance inspires me!
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