And where better to do that than at my beauty parlor, where I went this morning for my nails? The big gossip, according to the manicurist who sits next to mine, was the drug bust last night close by, outside of an Unnamed (in this blog, anyway) Restaurant just a couple of doors away at the outdoor mall where both salon and restaurant are.
“Yeah, it was Wings Night, and they all come out every Tuesday for that.”
My manicurist and I had, of course, missed all the excitement.
“Yeah, after they arrested and handcuffed the guy, he tried to escape.”
He ran for it?
“Yeah, and then like twenty of the plainclothes officers leaped out of their cars, and chased him, and one of them in the big Ford Explorer ran the car right up onto the sidewalk in his path and everything.”
I guess this is what I miss by getting a manicure in the daytime. But my nails look really, really good.
white pebble 