So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
Nice! The poor little boy i babysit always wants his nails to be colorful like mine… I know how his parent’s are so i’m just like..wait till you’re older lol. Couple of years from now that might be a problem. Sorry kid, if I was your mommy there would be all kinds of colors up on there. Although the amount of times he says stuff like, “that’s for girls/boys” I think in a couple years he won’t even want to anymore. At least I schooled him on video games. I didn’t want him to get beat up by some girl that’s way better than him at video games by saying that the game is only for boys. Your welcome.