Another One of Those Things That Would Only Happen to Me...
So I bought my monthly tanning pass. I like to go to my friendly neighborhood Asian nail salon. They have one bed. Walk-ins only. First come, first serve. Spray bottle of cleaning fluid. Affordable rates. The last being the most important factor.
The one thing they don't have? A lock on the tanning room door.
I asked once and I am pretty sure the owner told me that they were advised to that would have to have immediate access in case someone passed out on the bed or something.
So for the first couple of summers that I tanned there, I would place the chair in front of the door. Last summer I decided I had been overly paranoid and stopped blocking the door with the chair.
Oh, if only I had kept my insane paranoid tendency for once.
Today, as I was standing there, slathering lotion on my leg while balancing on the other leg...I heard the unmistakable sound of the door opening. I looked up to see the younger guy who may or may not be married to one of the daughters (although I think he may also be gay...it's very confusing). We both screamed, he quickly tells the person on the phone which is glued to his ear that he walked in on a client, and he slams the door and disappears.
At this point, I have two options. I can grab my clothes and run out of there. Or I can finish with the lotioning and jump in the bed. So I went with Option 2.
As I was leaving, I glanced around the main room. My new friend was nowhere to be seen. Too bad. At the very least, I think he owes me a bottle of OPI polish for my pain and suffering.