Beauty is in the nails of the beholder
This is not my typical Sunday post, but I have a good excuse.
Yesterday at the supermarket when I was about to pay, I looked down and saw feet wearing sandals, longe toe nails, painted on a nice pink tone screaming ”here I am, pay attention to me!”
The owner of those feet was a woman in her early 40′s, not bad looking, well dressed, you could almost forget those long toenails.
I paid and left, but the imagine was embedded in my memory forever, a ton of questions passed through my head of which I selected a few to share with you.
I knew there are people with foot fetich, but isn’t a bit dangerous to let someone with toenails that long caress your face? I mean, feet are not so easy to control as you do hands and one of those nails could leave you blind.
Does that woman only wear sandals?
I would imagine so or perhaps she wear clown shoes to accommodate those nails when it rains.
Has she given up pantyhose?
Would be only normal, I bet she would rip even jeans with those toenails.
Is her husband (assuming she has one) happy?
Let’s be honest here, when you sleep with someone in all that tossing and turning our feet touch, we touch the other with our feet, I image sleeping with her and her foot scratching my calf, ripping it into pieces, just like Freddy Krueger would do.
Doesn’t the lady at the nail salon tell to trim her nails down?
Probably not, if they charge per square inch painted I doubt they would say something.
And lastly, does she does her nails at work like the ladies at DMV do?
That’d be gross, but I can picture her doing it.
Please ignore this post if you wear long toe nails, they are the sexiest thing ever!
Tomorrow we have Miss. P. H. Billy in Vegas.