“Have you been to Aruba?” asked the gentle Vietnamese pedicurist who spoke only enough English to communicate nail length and color.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“Aruba. Have you been to Aruba?”
Mind you, this is the only piece of conversational chit-chat she’s attempted in the 15 minutes we’ve been together.
“Uh, no, I haven’t been to Aruba. Have you?” I replied…
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Angela Weight 
So nice to have you back on the job, Angela. Enjoy your wit.
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Thank you so much!!! Wow, I didn't know people read my rantings.
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Oh my word, LOL!
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LOL. Funny!
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Ha! I don’t even like visiting hair salons because I’m not great at chitchat. I’d rather sit in silence. I’m not sure how I would have responded after such an odd question!
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Chit chat in salons can be so awkward.
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Thanks for the laugh!
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What? So, do you think if you had said yes, she’d have treated you like a new soulmate and shared deep dark secrets? Maybe it was code for a secret club and you’re not in because you gave the wrong response… LOL
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Traci, that is hilarious…and so possibly true! I bet it was a secret code question. And my response was supposed to be some sort of password. Guess I’m not in the club. Story of my life.
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Anytime!
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Very much. I usually try to read so the pedicurist will leave me alone.
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