I am not what you call vain. rinse and no more---of smoothening, whitening, hardening, extra-loading, frenchifying, asianifying. flip and flop. That is it. nothing spectacular.
But one day, I gave in to (this is open to your wild imagination, this space here!)...to foot spa ! Now, I am vain, but before you pass judgment and that foot towel, allow me to tell my story. Well, there were students who belong to Beauty Care class (What, specialization, right?). Namely, Miss So, Miss Bobbi, and Miss Che Guevarra (her full name reminded me of that hero, that is coming from Argentina!) and they needed some "foot spa" addicts slash customers for their First Day!
Che saw the old one-gallon white paint container (another counter on my mind is: can as in paint can. Think: trash can!) because Jackie and I asked where would she place her bum for the whole "Let's be VAIN" procedure and perhaps, Che had this eye for multi-functionality and would therefore, on her mind, she thought of paint can as sitting fixture. Thus, the deciding plan.
I removed my Converse shoes ("the ones with rough edges on the ankle part" model) and my short socks. Folded my jeans up to the shin. Picked my newspaper and read the film review of Wall Street 2 .
That was my first time. So, expect, a lot of laughter from the rubbing and the brushing of their things on my feet.
Che made some blunders like she put back my "callus" or tyloma-free left foot back to the waters with Foot Soak mix and her classmates laughed so hard. Che was just shaking her whole face thus creating a tousled hair like a witch after a flight over the Pacific Ocean!
I did the foot spa in order for the girls to experience their specialization class' practicum. I gained soft feet while they gained confidence, wisdom, and a signature from Miss Kim, their Beauty Care teacher.
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