The other day, I was chatting with a friend at one of the camera companies. She was complaining about being stressed and said that she and (presumably) some coworkers were going to “get their toes done” at lunch.
After some sort of acknowledgment on my part, she asked me if I’d ever had a pedicure. I said “nope”, and she told me how good they felt.
I had no idea that men got pedicures. There must be three nail and pedicure places on my street, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man walk out of one of them. I know one thing for sure: I don’t want some strange person messing with my feet.