Whenever I go downtown to the shopping centre and walk past the Nail Salon I tense up.
Sometimes I hear weeping.
But there is no one there, just John the Vietnamese proprietor.
He is at his laptop.
But the big chairs, the pedicure chairs which cost a small fortune, are empty.
They are sad, unloved, unsat in.
You can hear them crying, sobbing into the arm rests.
I feel like going in to console them.
Perhaps sit in them for a while to cheer them up.
But it’s all right.
Once Spring comes and hits its stride, the women come and the chairs emit a cheery glow.