Since I started my new job, I have taken up getting manicures.  I go about once every 2-3 weeks and just get a quick soak and polish change, nothing too special.  My lacquer has ranged from bright pink (current) to classic red and silvery purple to “toothpaste blue,” as my boss called it.  I like having something different each time, and it gives me a little bit of time to relax from my stressful job.

Pedicure from hell!For my birthday, Katie, one of my BFFs, took me for a mani/pedi at Columbia Mall.  We went to the nail salon right outside of Sears (the name is escaping me at the moment), and I sat down for my pedicure.  Katie opted for a manicure, but I’d just had one recently, so I did pedi only. I sat in pedicure chair #3 and waited for my technician. I could see Katie through the glass dividers between the manicure area and the line of pedicure chairs, so we weren’t too far away.

Anyway, I turned on my massaging chair and let it go to work.  I have pretty bad back knots, so any time I can get a chance for a quick massage, I take it!  I was letting the chair do its thing (loudly, might I add… I felt like quite the spectacle with the grunting and groaning my chair was doing) and I noticed something, well, odd.

Side note – I just bought a few new bras at the Hanes outlet at the Tanger outlets in Rehoboth Beach, DE – definitely recommend them if you need some new undies.  I got *three* bras for the same price I would have paid for one at Victoria’s Secret!

So, back to the pedicure chair.  I noticed a bit of a free feeling in my chest area.  Did I really buy a bra that didn’t fit?, I asked myself.  No, that can’t be it… maybe it’s my new shirt?  Nope, not that either.  Then my heart sank.  I knew what had happened!

THE MASSAGE CHAIR HAD UNHOOKED MY BRA!

I texted Katie, who thankfully hadn’t started the polish process yet.  She looked at me wide eyed with an “OMG REALLY?” face.  Oh yes.  It happened. That stupid chair had more dexterity than any two of my ex-boyfriends combined!

The problem?  I have never re-hooked a bra behind my back before.  Remember my muscle problems?  Yeah, my shoulders seriously cramp up and have locked a few times from messing with my clasp.  But what choice did I have?  I waddled my way over to the toe drying area (which just HAD to be in front of a store window and mall seating area) and I did my best to hook it.  After three tries, Katie came over with her freshly painted nails (so she couldn’t help me), and I asked her pitifully, “Can you tell??”  Of course you could tell.  I had to suck it up – and suck it in, since most of my abdomen was exposed – and mess with it until it hooked.

I put on quite the show for the peanut gallery I’m sure.  The nail salon owner (I presume) was sitting outside laughing at me the entire time.  Thanks a lot man!  You might want to look into replacing pedi chair #3!

Moral of the story: If you get your toes done at the nail place by the food court, make sure you have a front-clasp bra, or don’t turn on the massaging chair. God help you if you get your manicure first.

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