First, a moment of silence for Kurt Vonnegut.

Now, a moment of venting. I had the worst pedicure on Saturday. It was a beautiful day on Saturday so I wore flip flops. Since last week sucked, I decided to go to the mall nail place that has walk-ins and treat myself to a pedicure. I was told that it'd be about 15 minutes so I browsed the bookstore and then went back. 1) The place was filthy, the carpeting was disgusting; 2) the guy was creepy, mumbling in Vietnamese under his breath in a very disconcerting way; 3) he kept coughing on me, it was grossing me out; 4) he was trying to rush to get to the next person so tried to put my shoe back on (without taking off the toe separators). I moved my foot a little when it looked like a toe was going to rub my shoe and he chastised me and told me not to help; 5) he ruined the polish on my big toe and hurriedly redid it -- blowing on it to dry the polish (eww, don't know you); 6) and, yes, knocked my shoe into the water; 7) he tried again to put my foot in my shoe, took off his gloves to reveal a nasty nail with some kind of fungus. Ewww, again. He finally gave up so I walked on the heels of my feet trying to touch as little of the carpet as possible) to a chair, moving my shoe in front of the fan.

I did not leave a tip. However, the next day, I looked at my credit card statement and look at that, the amount was $6 more than I was supposed to be charged!