All my adult life, women have raved to me about pedicures. How relaxing. How soothing. Finally, five years back, I got one. I was visiting my parents in Florida and my mom needed a few things. She took me to a giant Walmart, which included an optometrist's office, a Subway, and a nail salon. She suggested I submit my feet to a pedicure while she shopped, and so I did.
I hated it. The foot massage felt akin to whacking my funny bone again and again and again. I looked around, and everyone else looked totally relaxed, perched on their pedicure thrones. Later, I did a little research on feet and wrote this story.
Thanks to the Apeiron Review for including me in Issue 12!