Introduction to my Friends - The Nail Polish
It's time to introduce you to another one of my friends. We'll call her Nail Polish. No need to explain that - she likes nail polish.
At first I didn't know what to think of her. Here is a person so totally my opposite. She likes girly stuff, I think it is a waste of my time. She watches the Hills, I am into crime. She reads text messages, I read books. But despite all of those things, we actually get along marvelously. Besides none of my other friends tell me about their poo in as much detail. How can we not be friends?
So let me tell you a few stories about Nail Polish. One day her dad came to visit. It was a hot summer day where he was roaming the streets of London waiting for his daughter to finish work. All he asked from her, was some refreshment: a coke and salt. Yes, that is right. A coke and salt. I would be surprised as well except I also know she likes to eat butter, cheese and jam sandwiches. The strangest combination to me but perfectly normal in the Polish family. Anyway going back to the story, after a short argument No and Please, it is hot ... Nail Polish went up to get the coke. Mind you, the coke is free. Getting back to the street where her dad was waiting, the can of coke slips and sprays her dad. End of the story, dad walks away without the coke. a
Every few weeks Nail polish goes to get a wax. She has been doing this for quite awhile so one would think she is used to it. One couldn't be more wrong. Every time it is another agonizing couple of days. The pain killers, the nightmares, the chills ... that all starts 48 hours before the treatment. One time the screeching got so bad, they threw her out. She is not much of a screamer she tells me, hers is more of a screech and jerk reaction causing the girl all kinds of trouble. Although last time she went, the girl forgot to do her as usual, but she didn't say
anything because as she said the girl was having some men problems. And that just about sums up Nail Polish.
She listens to me go on and on about how I'm going to decorate my new place. She finds time to have lunch with me so we can look at sofas. She makes time to go to places I like to go not because she wants to go but because I want to go. We text to comment on a program we are both watching. She makes me put nail polish on my toes because it just looks good. She makes me not feel alone. With her I am never the third wheel. In my book, that classifies her as my friend.
At first I didn't know what to think of her. Here is a person so totally my opposite. She likes girly stuff, I think it is a waste of my time. She watches the Hills, I am into crime. She reads text messages, I read books. But despite all of those things, we actually get along marvelously. Besides none of my other friends tell me about their poo in as much detail. How can we not be friends?
So let me tell you a few stories about Nail Polish. One day her dad came to visit. It was a hot summer day where he was roaming the streets of London waiting for his daughter to finish work. All he asked from her, was some refreshment: a coke and salt. Yes, that is right. A coke and salt. I would be surprised as well except I also know she likes to eat butter, cheese and jam sandwiches. The strangest combination to me but perfectly normal in the Polish family. Anyway going back to the story, after a short argument No and Please, it is hot ... Nail Polish went up to get the coke. Mind you, the coke is free. Getting back to the street where her dad was waiting, the can of coke slips and sprays her dad. End of the story, dad walks away without the coke. a
Every few weeks Nail polish goes to get a wax. She has been doing this for quite awhile so one would think she is used to it. One couldn't be more wrong. Every time it is another agonizing couple of days. The pain killers, the nightmares, the chills ... that all starts 48 hours before the treatment. One time the screeching got so bad, they threw her out. She is not much of a screamer she tells me, hers is more of a screech and jerk reaction causing the girl all kinds of trouble. Although last time she went, the girl forgot to do her as usual, but she didn't say
anything because as she said the girl was having some men problems. And that just about sums up Nail Polish.
She listens to me go on and on about how I'm going to decorate my new place. She finds time to have lunch with me so we can look at sofas. She makes time to go to places I like to go not because she wants to go but because I want to go. We text to comment on a program we are both watching. She makes me put nail polish on my toes because it just looks good. She makes me not feel alone. With her I am never the third wheel. In my book, that classifies her as my friend.
this is a really sweet post!
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