What an amazing talent! A yellow flower appeared with a pink center and a small white swirly finished off the look. As I walked my stuff over to the drying table to stick my feet, I set my purse on the floor. Rather than set my sweater on the floor, I slid it onto the back of the chair. Wrong move! It dragged across my foot. Yep, you ladies are cringing, aren't you? My beautiful flower became a kaleidoscope of colors.
A gentleman came over and cringed as well. He couldn't fix it, but after trying to figure out what to do (sometimes it's hard for me to understand English, let alone accents - I think I have some slight hearing loss), he sent me off to chair to repaint the toe. And then I sat. And sat. And sat. I wasn't sure if the other lady was going to fix the toe or if I was just going to have to cough up the money and deal with my clumsiness.
She was busy doing another client, so I sat in the chair feeling like I was in the time out chair. Hearing her tell her client that she'll be right back, she came down. As graciously as possible, I tried to thank her. After she finished, I walked stiff-legged as slowly as possible to let the toes dry.
After paying (and leaving a nice tip), I walked gingerly to my car and admired my newly painted toes. Even now, I sit with my toes under the ottoman willing them to dry. A great lesson learned.