Fingernails…
Once in awhile after a hard days work, I’ll stop into the local tavern for a drink. As it was kind of slow that day, I got to talking to the bartender after noticing that she had those fingernails that were at least an inch or two long and they were all painted up as well. We fell into a conversation about it that was long and involved and she explained what it was that made her feel the need to have them.
“They make me feel pretty” she explained. She also said her toes were done as well. I pointed out that she was wearing shoes and socks for most of the day and that no one could see them. “Doesn’t matter” she said. I must admit I was fairly perplexed especially when she confided to me that she was spending upwards of fifty dollars a month to have them done. “She takes care of me” she says. “For fifty bucks a month I guess so”, I observed. Eventually I had to leave but I left her a decent tip, at least I know where the money is going!