Doesn’t sound like Johnnys. Except for one of the gals who was working there a while back, I’ve never seen anyone in a dress.
Except for one 60+ year old Asian who was there when I was getting my toes did one morning. Dressed for either a prom or a funeral in an overdone flowery dress and cha-cha heels, she was sitting at the corner nail station and spent at least 30 minutes carefully applying a half dozen layers of ladypaint on her face. Once in a while she’d catch me watching and give me a wink and a nod.
Gaaaaah!
Eventually one of you mongerloids walked in and she gave you a big hug and grabbed you by the arm and waltzed into one of the back rooms. But not before looking back and giving my a lecherous wink one last time.
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