Now That's A Foot Rub!

The Short Story:

While getting a pedicure, the lady next to me seemed to be having a very erotic experience.

Got your interest?

So today I decided I would use my gift certificate at Trellis (the spa at the Houstonian) to get a pedicure and a massage. Now obviously, when you go to a spa at the Houstonian during the middle of the day you can pretty much expect to be the poorest person in the room (especially if you're paying with a gift card!). For my pedicure I was seated between 2 ladies in their mid fifties who apparently have standing weekly appointments to get their feet looking good. They started asking me about Ellie and giving me little bits of what I would call not so practical advice. For example, one of the women told me that I absolutely must hire professional help when Ellie comes because having 2 children without it is simply impossible. And that I shouldn't worry about my new FULL TIME employee being in the way because she would simply live in our guest house. The conversation went on from there and apparently not only will Mac and Ellie be attending Kinkaid, but once they turn 5 we should really consider taking at least 2 trips each year to Europe. I politely smiled and said that sounded like a fabulous idea. Of course, I forgot to ask them for their personal checks to put into our bank account before I left. I found the whole thing to be quite comical. Just to clarify, these women were not being snotty or rude at all...I honestly think they were just so wealthy that they could not even fathom someone not living that lifestyle. Again, I was rather amused by the whole thing. As our pedicures were coming to an end, the woman to my right (who at one point told me I was obviously "well bred" and came from "good stock") started my favorite portion of a pedicure. The foot rub. Apparently she likes that part too. At first I thought the woman was in pain. She began moaning and almost clawing at her chest. I swear for a second I thought she was having a heart attack! Next thing I know, her hips are thrust upward and she is writhing in the sat all the while making sounds that I will not even begin to describe. A few of my favorite phrases I took away with me were "Oh yes. Dear God yes," "Don't stop! Don't stop," and of course "That's it. That's the spot right there!" I immediately thought about the scene from "When Harry Met Sally." It took everything in my not to burst out into an absolute fit of laughter. I honestly could not believe this was happening 6 inches away from me! Apparently the women who work there are completely used to this because they didn't even look up from their work to see what was happening. To say the very least, it is an experience that I will not forget anytime soon. Actually, I will probably think about this woman every time I have a pedicure. As the public display of foot rubbing approval came to an end, the lady painting my toe nails put my ability to hold back my laughter to the test. She looked at me with a very serious face and said "I can't rub your feet like that because you're pregnant." I just smiled and said "I know." What I wanted to say was "I don't think anyone other than my husband should be rubbing my feet like that!!!!"
I will end this by saying:

To my uber wealthy, pedicure loving friend...thank you for possibly giving me one of the funniest, random, and all together memorable moments of my life! You will not be forgotten!