Nail Salon

My sister Susan wanted to get her hair done when we were in town this weekend. She asked if I wanted to go with her and get my toenails painted at the same time. I haven’t spent too much time with her, so I agreed to go. The hair place was too busy so we went and sat down outside some stores. After some very fast Swahili speaking, a man with a pastic basket filled with nailpolishes came up and started painting my nails. So right there in the middle of a strip of stores I am getting my toenails painted. I didn’t really have any interest in getting it done in the first place….but what the heck? Why not have some 20 year old guy squatting down in front of you to paint your toenails while the world passes by? How uncomfortable!