You Never Know Who's Listening

If you've ever stepped into a modern nail salon your going to understand this one. You sit down, relax into the OHHHH so nice vibrating chair.

The manicurist starts to work and chatter away at her co-workers...something, something in her tone sounds judgmental.

This raises your paranoia that they are commenting on your horrific feet. You can just imagine the 'OMG! would you look at callus' and nasty toenails'....you sit, you pray for divine intervention to let you understand...instead you sit and wonder.

Tonight, I understood!

But it wasn't in a nail salon, instead a clients house while I was sitting at the kitchen table reviewing their master plan.

The parents had try to pacify the 3 year old with his favorite cartoon. NOT. going. to. work. past his bedtime!

He was bouncing off the walls, climbing over the back of the couch and onto a glass top table.
Every 10 minutes the dad was scolding him, in French. Which unbenounced to the client, I can understand to an extent. Two years of high school French, seventeen years ago doesn't mean you retain everything!

Also being a parent, I must commend the restraint this father was using in front of company. I could tell he was seething under his smile at his childs' behavior. Personally, we let things slide a little more on the discipline end if littles are past bedtime. They're hypie tired and just not capable of rational thought.

The meeting went fantastic! Clients are pleased.

Little boy walks over and asks his dad a question about 'the lady'....child speaking in French. The father said, ''Well, why don't you ask her''....in English.

Little boy looks at me, 'comment vous applez-vous' (What's your name?)

Me, 'Je ma'pelle Amanda. Ca va Roman?'

Little boy 'Moi bien'

Then he giggled and ran off.

The parents jaws just dropped! Hit. The. Floor.

The poor dad, started stumbling all over himself for his discipline earlier, now realizing I had understood every word.

So I guess lesson learned....you never know who's listening.