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March 16, 2010
I'm not in the mood for the usual salon chit-chat, I just want to enjoy my pedicure in peace, so I feign laryngitis, pointing to my throat and forcing out a quasi-Brenda Vaccaro croak of a whisper in demonstration. Somehow I forget, though, that laryngitis is not a two-way street, so I am held captive to way too many one-sided monologues of well-meaning salon personnel determined to provide the entertainment since I am, apparently, unable. The next time I try this strategy, I'll take care to invent and present a malady that is the aural equivalent of laryngitis as well.