Fridays are always the most painful day for my feet. After a week of working they need a break. Bart suggested I get a pedicure on my way home. So I did. And it made everything worse!
I walk in and say I want a pedicure but I mostly just want a foot massage. I show them my swollen feet and explain it's all I want.
An hour later and I pretty much leave in tears. My toes are nicely painted and hey my calves feel great but my feet? They still hurt and they're still puffy. When does a request for a FOOT rub turn into a full leg massage? Even after pointing out exactly where I want it, she doesn't seem to understand and keeps going rubbing my calf. Plus her hands suck and are too weak to do a damn thing
I sat in that massage chair angry. Legitimately mad at the whole situation and on the verge of tears.
Rational? No.
Crazy? Yes.
Do I care? No.
Do I plan on going straight home to ask Bart to rub my feet? Why yes, yes I do.
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