How come my feet aren’t smooth? - a vanity koan
I got a pedicure today. I’ve only had one once before. I want to get two before Helly’s wedding. I don’t want her, Nancy, and Lachele to think all Canadian women have scratchy feet. But, my feet are still scratchy. Grr. I need intensive foot therapy.
Mel got approved for an apartment yesterday. It’s nice and best of all, right across the street. Also nice - it’s available May 1st, ergo, she can get the hell out of here.
She had to get a money order for the damage deposit, but the lady was like, “No rush”. So, we sauntered to Money Mart, got a blueberry/chocolate Marble Slab ice cream to share, sauntered some more. Didn’t drop off the money order.
Today, I came home to a message from the apartment (it’s ALIVE!), sounding quite worried, that she (landlord) needs the deposit A.S.A.P. and there’s so many people in and out of here, blah, blah. It’s 6.50 p.m., Mel still isn’t home, the apartment’s phone has been busy for an hour, and I’m getting quite tense. What if she loses it? Gah - I can’t take it!
Oh, and it still smells like sweaty corpse in here.
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