Next year’s Easter molds should be interesting.
When they asked me if I wanted a hot chocolate pedicure, I said sure. What I didn’t understand was that they were asking me. As I patiently waited for my hot chocolate, lying back relaxing, while the masseuse was working between my toes, I asked if my hot chocolate was coming soon.
She reassured me it was.
I love letting my mind shut off while my feet get all the attention they deserve. It can put you to sleep. The applications of different pressures, working out knots, smoothing everything out, it feels so incredibly good. Have you ever had one? There’s nothing like it.
I asked if I could have my hot chocolate now.
My foot felt suddenly warm. It felt really good. I noticed that it didn’t feel like the usual soak in water, but I didn’t mind. My feet were worth it.
I opened my eyes looking for the hot chocolate when I looked down at the earth color that surrounded my feet. I assumed it was one of those new types of pedicures that soak your feet with earthen minerals. I looked up with a quizzical ignorance and asked: “Where’s my hot chocolate?”
She pointed at my feet.
How could my ignorance be so blind?
Despite holding back her laughter when she saw I didn’t understand, at least she was polite in the explanation that my foot was enjoying the hot chocolate treat.
“You mean my foot is drinking my hot chocolate?”
“Yes, ma’am, your feet are in a chocolate bath.”
“Oh.”
Disappointment overcame my stupidity. I really wanted the hot chocolate.
I guess it could be considered like a dunked doughnut or an ice cream cone dipped in chocolate sauce, only this one I wouldn’t want to lick or take a bite out of.
They took my feet out one by one that were now encased with solidified chocolate.
“They sure look like an interesting type of treat.”
The woman just looked at me and then started to take my foot out of the chocolate mold.
“What do you do with the chocolate?”
“Would you like it ma’am?” As she held a piece up to me.
I made a mental note to myself to not allow my friend to convince me to get a new kind of pedicure in the near future. I guess I should have paid more attention to what she was saying. I just heard pedicure and said: “Sure!” just like an idiot would.
I shook my head no as she waited for an answer.
“Sometimes chocolate foot dip is tasty. We have one patron who eats it.” Then she started laughing. “Only kidding of course.”
Nodding, I said: “Yes, that’s funny.” Then I noticed all the chocolate pieces they had in bowls in the room. Granted it was wrapped, but was it reused? I hated that thought, but I couldn’t help myself.
Then I was suddenly thankful that I didn’t get my cup of hot chocolate like I so desperately wanted. What if that was reused? Then I started to wonder, wouldn’t this make the most interesting chocolate Easter candy wrapped in one of those Easter baskets?
I wanted to ask them for my foot mold because I thought it would make a hysterical Easter gift, but decided against it. They were already looking at me like I was a weirdo that was going to eat the chocolate that just came off my foot, so I felt it was in my best interest to keep my mouth closed.
Only in America would there be such a thing as a chocolate pedicure.
Then I wondered what Jane would do on Coupling.
Coupling is a British sitcom full of sexual innuendoes and funny predicaments.
I know Jane would have still asked for the chocolate regardless of how people would have looked at her.
I didn’t have the guts to do it.
Then it hit me. I could do this at home and have the same results and still use the mold as a funny Easter present and no one would look at me funny.
As I tipped the foot masseuse with my chocolate gold coins, I couldn’t help but wonder, did the Mayas have chocolate foot rubs?