Word To The Wise

Allow me to tell you about my lunch hour today...

My sweet little husband told me I could go get a pedicure (mostly because I kept whining when I stubbed my toe and broke off a good chunk of the nail).

So I finally decided that today was when I was going to get one. I would have gone after work, but it's always super crowded at that time. So I, being the genius that I am, decided to go on my lunch hour. The lady that was giving me the pedicure was super sweet and did a great job, but she was sloooow. (It didn't help that "Soul Surfer" was playing on their TV so she kept turning around to watch it.)

The second that she was done I told her I had to go so I wasn't late for work. (She apologized about 200 times for not going faster. "So sorry! So Sorry! So Sorry!") As soon as I paid I (very awkwardly) sprinted out to my car and as I was getting in I scrapped the paint off my big toe!!!

GURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

At this point I had zero time to waste so I just got in the car and drove away, mumbling angry things as I went.

The next problem is the awkward location. It took some maneuvering to get out of the parking lot, then I went to the dumbest intersection of all time. (For those of you who know Provo, it's the one by Zupas-where Freedom Blvd meets with University Parkway) Anyway, once I got to the intersection about to turn left...I realized I forgot my phone on the chair! BAHHH!!

The spot where I was at didn't allow me to just make a U-Turn. I had to turn right and drive down around a car dealership, then weasel my way back to the salon to get my blasted phone. (I really considered having the lady fix that toe while I was there, but I knew that would add at least 10 minutes to my already expired time.

Maybe it was Karma from the Work Gods? Who knows...but I definitely won't be trying that again!