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I thought I would write about a little incident that I arranged for my- self— although not much planning was involved - just a little nerve — I went to a beauty school and had a manicure.

While I was shopping in a downtown area one day, I noticed a Beauty School where beauticians and hairstylists learn the art. Of course, these students need someone to practice on, and so the school advertises inexpensive shampoos, hair stylings, beauty treatments, etc. Since the area in which I live is inhabited by many retirees, especially those on limited budgets, these older women tend to patronize the school because of the attractive prices. I have seen younger women in there, too.

What attracted me to the school was the advertisement on their price list for manicures. I am somewhat heavily right-handed and can't really trim my right hand nails very well, nor hold a steady left hand while trimming cuticles on my right hand. Also, many local barbershops do not have manicurists, and as the price was right at the school, I decided to take courage and try a manicure.

This turned out to be a minor adventure, more than I expected.

I went in to inquire about having a manicure and a very nice middle- aged woman (who was an instructor at the school) helped me by asking what I would like. I said I had seen the price list advertising a manicure and I wondered if I could get one. I explained that I had looked around the area for manicurists in local shops and couldn't find any. Since I wasn't too good with my right hand I wanted to get a professional one for business sake, so could I get one here?

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