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In December, I decided to get a pedicure from my bespoke pedicurist, Mr Tran. Mr Tran used to have a special way of doing Mr Charm's pedicure. He would roll the chair out to the car and help Mr Charm out of the car. The pedicurist used to josh with him, asking what color polish he wanted and sometimes getting a smile for her pains. She also washed his feet and lower legs, put lotion on his skin, and massaged him. When we were ready to leave, Mr Tran would help him into the car.
I continued to go there after Mr C had moved to a nursing home. Wouldn't you? He knew our whole family and asked about them. The pedicure and manicure were the same as offered everyplace else, but the service made us feel loyal.
So, back to December. I chose a color for my toenails, a shell pink. Mr Tran countermanded my choice. "No, no! Not festive enough for holiday season!" He chose a bright red, and I went along with it and achieved festive feet.
It was April when I came back, just for a manicure. "Manicure and pedicure?" asked Mr Tran. No, just a manicure. "Get manicure and pedicure," he insisted. So I did.
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You confuse me!
Was it a Mr. Tran or a Ms.?
Not that I'm refusing an honest job of pedicure specialist to a male immigrant, you understand, but a certainty of personages' standing in unambiguous world would be appreciated.
What color was your double treatment this time?
Mr Tran is the boss. Sometimes a female employee pitches in for a manicure.
As to the color--my fingernails are always done with clear nail polish. I get a little more festive with the toes. Bright red this time.
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