Yesterday I had my first ever manicure/pedicure. I had never really thought that it was something I would enjoy, but I really did. Especially the pedicure, particularly because I am having an increasingly difficult time getting at my toes as my tummy gets bigger. I had never really given much thought to people who do pedicures before. It certainly wouldn’t have made my list of least desirable jobs and I’m sure I would have ranked it a lot higher than, for example, working at McDonalds. However, let’s be honest, this job is kind of gross. I don’t know if you realize this but FEET ARE KIND OF ICKY! I wouldn’t place myself in the foot phobia category at all, though I have known a couple of people who had strong feelings about feet. But the thought of spending an hour and a half of my attention on a person’s foot doesn’t sound like the best job in the world to me.

Historically, foot-washing has been a symbol of humility and submission. I know that the conditions were less than primitive and my feeet were reasonably clean and the girl who was working on my feet was getting paid to do it. BUT. You’d have to pay me A LOT to want to get up close and personal with another person’s smelly feet. And I have warts on my one toe. Yuck. I must admit it was a little humbling to let this girl work on my feet, warts and all. And she was very professional about it. All this to say that I have a new respect for people who work do pedicures.