Monday, February 6, 2012
Sometimes, there's nothing for it except Tropical Pink. And a vicious beating by the pedi guy.
My Vietnamese is poor, his English, similar.
I have tried to explain about my double foot surgeries, but he really likes to beat my legs and insteps into a pulp. Not sure why, except maybe he once attended massage therapy school and likes to use what he knows on legs and feet.
"That hurts," I say.
"Sorry!" he replies, then repeats the entire bang/slap/grind on the other limb.
"That's kind of hard," I remind him.
"I forgot," he says. "Sorry!"
Sadly, I've had this conversation with him more than once.
I know, I know.
But the prices are reasonable.
And my toes are polished and ready for those Uggs, more's the pity.