One of the joys of working full-time means I can now treat myself to things I usually wouldn't. After a massive bout of shoparrhea today (I seriously couldn't stop shopping) I decided to get a 'pedi' as my feet were looking quite barbaric (I'll spare you the details).
It was suppose to be a relaxing escape. As I dozed off in my comfy massage chair, the lady next to me interrupted.
HER: Sorry love, don't mind my asking but how old are you? It's just... well... I looked at the size of your feet and thought, my God! Why is that little girl getting a pedicure without her mother here? But then I looked at the rest of you and thought you must be at least 16.
ME: I am 21, 22 next week actually.
ME: Yep, last time I checked.
HER: But you have the smallest feet I've ever seen, and such a young looking face.
ME: Just becuase I have small feet doesn't mean I'm young. I'm mortifyed you thought I should be here with my mother! Do you mind me asking how many sexual partners you've had?
Ok so I didn't say that last part, but I wish I did. It really pisses me off that strangers are so comfortable to comment on my physique like it's their business. Thanks for ruining my pedicure lady.