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Pampering Myself Silly

August 24, 2016

The Front Part of My Left Foot With Polish

The Front Part of My Left Foot With Polish

I would enjoy pedicures if it were not for one thing: my feet are ticklish. I mean paralyze-the-nervous-system ticklish. Yes, they are that bad.

So why do I get pedicures, you ask? I have two reasons:

1. When my feet are smooth I am less likely to end up with holes in the expensive support stockings that I have to wear because the veins in my legs don’t work properly. I more than make up what I spend on pedicures by not having to buy so many pairs of those damned things.

2. Plain old ordinary vanity. This is not logical because I almost never wear sandals, even in summer. The only beings who see my feet all the time are me and my cat, Harmony. Harmony doesn’t care if I have neon colored polish on my toenails and smooth heels. She’s more interested in staring out the back window at the local urban life forms, both animal and human.

Cat in the Act of Not Caring About My Feet

Cat in the Act of Not Caring About My Feet

Pedicures are great at first. I immerse my feet in a luxurious whirlpool bath with blue stuff in it and it feels really good. If I could just stick my toes in the spot where the whirly water comes in and leave them there indefinitely I could be happy for the rest of my life. Then the pedicurist makes me take one foot out of the safe comfort of the water and prop it up in front of her. It’s all downhill from there on.

No matter what she does to my feet – clipping my toenails, massaging my arches, scraping my heels, buffing the nails – it tickles. Sometimes it tickles just a little, sometimes it tickles a lot. What should be a luxury spa experience becomes an involuntary jerky, giggly sitting dance.

It occurs to me that tickles are like pain. If something hurts and you focus your mind on how much it hurts you are going to make the pain worse. If you don’t think about it so hard, it doesn’t hurt as much. I figure that if I apply this principle to my ticklish feet, they won’t tickle so much. This works fairly well until the pedicurist touches one of my feet in the wrong way, and the spasms and giggles are suddenly back, worse than before.

All things must come to an end, however. When this whole procedure is finally over, my heels are smooth again, my feet are clean and doused with sweet smelling lotion, my toenails are shouting with color and I am happy in the knowledge that my support hosiery bill will be smaller again.

Kathy Minicozzi

Kathy Minicozzi is an opera singer turned aspiring writer, who lives somewhere in New York City. In other words, she's weird, but harmless. She is the author of "Opera for People Who Don't Like It," in which she turns the world of opera and its performers upside down while, at the same time, making it understandable to non-opera lovers and making everyone laugh.

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4 Responses to Pampering Myself Silly

  1. Bill Y Ledden
    August 27, 2016 at 4:38 am

    Podiatrists can’t stand the smell of the feet (defeat) – hahahah – It’s funny because I changed the defeat …. OK, great post, I’m closing the door behind me.

  2. August 26, 2016 at 11:15 pm

    This tickled me…but on a good way!

  3. Bill Spencer
    August 24, 2016 at 9:23 am

    If I may add a footnote, this piece is both colorful and polished. You nailed it.

    • August 24, 2016 at 12:31 pm

      Thanks, Bill. I always try to be spa-cific.

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