The nail salon was full when the four of us walked in a little after noon today, and the young man who did my mani-pedi seemed a little put out to be doing any hands-on work. I had seen him there before, and his role was usually cashier, clean up, and general schmoozer. Unlike most of the nail technicians I have had in the past, who wanted to turn the chair as quickly as possible, this guy took several breaks, ostensibly to allow my feet to soak or my legs to moisturize. When he was at my feet however, he was relatively charming.
Twenty-something, well-muscled, heavily tattooed, and quite deferential to his granny, the elderly Vietnamese woman who ran the salon, he was especially curious about the relationship between Louise, Gary, Heidi, and I. "Well," I explained, "we're married," I gestured to Heidi and me, "and these are her parents."
"Cool!" he said. "How long have you been married?"
"We've been together 21 years," I told him, "and married 5."
"Did you wait until it was, like, legal, to get married?" he asked.
"Well, yeah," I answered.
"But did you, like, get married right away, as soon as you could?"
"Pretty much," I nodded.
"Well, that is awesome!" he said, and then went off to do something else.
Somehow? It didn't bother me at all.
Twenty-something, well-muscled, heavily tattooed, and quite deferential to his granny, the elderly Vietnamese woman who ran the salon, he was especially curious about the relationship between Louise, Gary, Heidi, and I. "Well," I explained, "we're married," I gestured to Heidi and me, "and these are her parents."
"Cool!" he said. "How long have you been married?"
"We've been together 21 years," I told him, "and married 5."
"Did you wait until it was, like, legal, to get married?" he asked.
"Well, yeah," I answered.
"But did you, like, get married right away, as soon as you could?"
"Pretty much," I nodded.
"Well, that is awesome!" he said, and then went off to do something else.
Somehow? It didn't bother me at all.
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