This morning was a little hectic, so I used my lunch break to retreat to every girl’s secret hideaway: the nail salon. (Not to make myself sound like the epitome of a cliché or anything.)
In the duration of my manicure, three crucial songs spilled out of the tiny nail salon’s overhead speakers: Seal’s “Love’s Divine,” Missy Higgins’s “Where I Stood” and Toni Braxton’s “Un-Break My Heart.”
I listened to my manicurist hum the chorus to each song, matching the lyrics simultaneously scrolling through my own head. No doubt these songs repeat on a daily basis at the salon, but she still seemed pretty in to the lyrics. When, for the third song in a row, she sang along to Braxton’s melodious lament, I said to her, “This is a great song, isn’t it?”
Mind you, I hardly ever say words when I get a manicure, aside from “No, I don’t mind paying you now.”
She replied, “These are classics. It’s like, no matter how many new songs come out, these will always be good.”
Okay, maybe it wasn’t the world’s most eloquent statement; but my point is, she had a point. It won’t matter how many times I click “purchase” on iTunes in the coming years. I’ll still crank the volume louder upon hearing “Kiss from a Rose.”
Times when I don’t agree with my manicurist: Paraffin wax treatments. That wax is REALLY hot.