Drunk-ish

pedicure-shoe1“Mama is that lady drunk?”

The girl didn’t ask out loud, her wide eyes and worried brow said it for her.

It’s 9:00am on a sunny Tuesday. The nail salon is crowded with respectable females.

My nails are painted a glossy plum-purple. I clamber down off the elevated pedicure chair, struggling to keep both my balance and those flimsy pedicure flip flops on my feet.

The girl sits watching me with the same concerned awe she’d display watching a dangerous high-wire act. Soon, every eye in the place finds me.

I shuffle and lurch toward the drying table, staggering like…. well…like a drunk.

In a room crammed with chattering women and girls—

I am the entertainment.

Desperately hoping to arrive at the drying table with pristine nails, I focus on maneuvering through the crush. I hazard a glance at the girl’s mother, who briefly meets my eyes; then finds something fascinating on the floor. If you don’t acknowledge the drunk lady at the salon she’s not really there.

I finally plop into the chair and sigh, saddened by the glob of half-dry polish scraped off Lefty’s big toe.

My observant pedicurist sees my dismay and comes to the rescue with polish remover and fresh double coat of polish.

Pretty.

For years, I’ve been that weird middle aged white woman with dreadlocks.

Now, I guess I’m that strange drunk-ish white woman with dreads.

Just a minor change.

I can live with it.

Advertisements

About Vic Cobb Fountain

Empowered Stroke survivor: appreciating where I've been, anticipating where I'm going.
This entry was posted in stroke recovery, stroke survivor and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to Drunk-ish

  1. Lori Ericson says:

    An absolutely lovely drunk lady! And at least you’re not a county judge stumbling around in a clip on the evening news after a local festival. YOU have a valid reason. Love your honesty!

  2. Lori! You are a sweetheart. Thanks for reading:) I’m reading your 2nd novel and staying up way too late. Can’t put it down.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s