And manicuring is one of the advancements that
likewise calls for the change--for fifty cents in change anyhow
and more if you are inclined to be generous with the tip.
Shall you ever forget your first manicure? The shan'ts are
unanimously in the majority. It seems an easy thing to walk into
a manicure parlor or a barber shop and shove your hands across a
little table to a strange young woman and tell her to go ahead and
shine 'em up a bit--the way you hear old veteran manicurees saying
it. It seems easy, I say, and looks easy; but it isn't as easy as
it seems. Until you get hardened, it requires courage of a very
high order. You, the abashed novice, see other men sitting in the
front window of the manicure shop just as debonair and cozy as
though they'd been born and raised there, swapping the ready
repartee of the day with dashing creatures of a frequently blonde
aspect, and you imagine they have always done so. You little know
that these persons who are now appearing so much at home and who
can snap out those bright, witty things like "I gotcher Steve,"
and "Well, see who's here?" without a moment's hesitation and
without having to stop and think for the right word or the right
phrase but have it right there on the tip of the tongue--you little
reck that they too passed through the same initiation which you
now contemplate.
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