A Foreign Exchange
Yesterday I went to the nail shop I frequent to get the traditional mani/pedi, and eyebrow arch. I love this nail shop because they staff makes me feel like family. Of course they have the occasional conversation in their native Vietnamese language but mostly we spend time talking about our families, vacations and life, in English.
One of the nail techs has a daughter that attended Teen Youth Leadership for our local Chamber of Commerce along with my daughter. She just informed me that her daughter graduated this year as Valedictorian of her high school and is attending the prestigious GA Tech in the Fall. Wearing the biggest smile, I told her mother just how proud I am of her daughter. She then added that her oldest daughter is a Senior this year at GA Tech and that her son graduated last Winter from GA State.
My eyes exclaim, “Wow!” and my mouth followed. Just then, the nail tech doing my pedicure chimes in to tell me that her son is entering his 3rd year at GA Tech. Later I find out that the two nail techs are cousins. Wait, there’s more. As if that weren’t enough, the pedicure tech adds that her younger son is attending UGA. She later voluntarily told me that she herself had not went to school.
They both were humble and appeared to be cheerful workers. What they were not saying is, the work that they are doing, is really an exchange. They will paint nails and rub feet all day long for minimal payment, so their children can be apart of America’s maximum payout, education. What an exchange.
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This has been Sharon Saffold blogging on purpose and not by chance because chances are, I will blog again.