Susan doesn't like to cut her toe nails. I didn't know this when we first started dating but it didn't take me long to figure it out. NO! Not like that, you perverts. I found it out in a round about way. I was looking for her and couldn't find her.
"Have you seen your mom," I asked one of her daughters.
Sarah or Rachael or Liz or maybe it was the dog -- or the cat? -- shrugged and said, "She's getting a coconut."
I replied, "She went to the store?"
Whoever it was, pointed to a tall Palm Tree that lined our street and responded, "No, she's climbing that."
Yeah, they really do get that long. Because she doesn't like to cut them herself. She's not too thrilled to have me do it either, but then there has been a precedent set. I have been known to go for more than just the nails. That's what you get when you get a non-union pedicurist.
Do pedicurists belong to a union? If they go on strike, can they do their own feet? If they don't do their own feet, isn't there a danger that they could cross the picket line unintentionally?
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