First of all, no, I’m not a mani-pedi sort of girl. If I wanted someone cleaning my nails, I’d just dip ’em in melted butter and sit down by the dog. But I ended up at Salon de Beauté last Saturday because my best friend has a thing for things like that and I had a free afternoon. It wasn’t in France, either. It was on Buford Street tucked in between Matt’s Realty and Nuts To You. By the time we had pedis with matching manis, we were hungry. So we sauntered over (I know, what a word; but I believe it matched the extravagance of walking over the threshold of a place using French in its name, don’t you?) to Sissy’s Diner and ordered soup. Again, I know. But we’d just had manicures. What did you expect us to do? Break a nail carving steak? We considered sandwiches, of course; but by the time we would’ve handled the greasy fries that came with them, again, why take chances? And it wasn’t like we ordered chicken broth. We had the clam chowder Sissy’s was famous for. Plus handling a spoon gave each of us an excuse to glance at our newly polished fingertips: Pink Delish for my friend and Why Wine for me.

As we chatted on our way out the door of Sissy’s, I noticed a car just a few parking spaces down that exactly matched my mani-pedi color. What are the odds? We decided to walk (done with the sauntering now that we’d had clam chowder) over and take a hand selfie by the car. I mean, the color match was so unlikely – in our minds, at least – that it deserved a photo.

Can I just suggest one thing? If that ever happens to you, don’t do it.

to be continued . . .

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