Marcia Gay Harden is not Angelina Jolie or Madonna or Britney Spears. She works in silence and I am left to ponder how these pictures possibly made it to the wall. As my feet soak, I point to the pictures and say incredulously 'Marcia Gay Harden is your client?' she looks at me, points, nods her head 'yes yes' with big smile (I don't think she speaks English) and then continues to work on my unclean toes, god bless her. There overlooking me on the wall are multiple pictures of the Oscar winner torn from magazines. No sooner do I plop down in the raised chair for my pedicure than I spot a mini-shrine to one Marcia Gay Harden (happy 49th birthday diva!) next to me. So last week before moving to DC for a month (? not sure how long I'm staying?) I was feeling extra gross and got one. You'd be surprised at how filthy your nails get in the urban jungle.
Suburban readers may laugh but it's not uncommon for men to get manicures and pedicures in the big city. Absolutely True Story You Couldn't Possibly Live Without!
