I Had A Pedicure

My wife wanted a haircut so I found a place that could give me a pedicure at the same time. I sat in a row of six chairs all filled with women getting pedicures. There I was in the middle of them, listening to and joining in with their girl talk. While some commented on my choice of color, not one laughed or made a disparaging remark about my gender and what it might mean that I was getting my nails painted. At the end, the nail tech handed me the polish bottle and told me it was mine. So I went home and painted my fingers too. Then our neighbors came over to watch a tv show together. I flaunted my nails and toes. It was so cool.