The latest in pedicures? Let tiny fish eat the dead skin away, instead of having it scraped off by Madge. According to this AP report filed from Alexandria, VA
Ready for the latest in spa pampering? Prepare to dunk your feet in a tank of water and let tiny carp nibble away.
To which a co-worker asked, "How do they know when to stop?"
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Um, no. Just because--no.
I was discussing this with my students last night. They were about equally divided between "Cool!" and "Gross!" I think it's an interesting idea. Oh, and tell your co-worker: the fish don't have any teeth, so they can't chew off the living tissue. They just suck off the dead skin.
See... when somebody references "fish pedicures", the first thing that springs to my mind is, "But fish don't have any feet..".
That's why they are so finn-icky
Ew. That ranks pretty low on a scale of 1 to 10.
Oh, sorry gill-ahi.
I was wondering if you were going to be able to work "gill" into it. Guess nobody will have to send you back to "school".
Well, you knew someone had to take the bait...
I hope you're FIN-ished with the puns already!
I give up. Won't even try any more. You win.
Hook, line and sinker.
Okay, okay -- but don't carp about it.
Again, you win. I tried to come up with another one, but all I could do was flounder.
Oh come on. Don't wallow in defeat. Fish or cut bait.
OK, just for the halibut, since you're angling for a contest I won't clam up, but don't get knocked off your perch.
Hey just because you're clever doesn't give you the right to wail a high choral "C." There doesn't need to be this tit for tat -- after all, there is no squid-pro-quo.
I have nothing to add to the puns, but...wouldn't a fish pedicure tickle? I can't think of any way it would be a comfortable experience.
Wilhelmina Slater on Ugly Betty had this "procedure" done when she was trying to win the heart (more like family legacy) of Bradford Meade. It looked a little extreme!
Scott, glad you didn't skate on that one. You are truly a ray of sunshine.
Thanks for the kind words. We must be friends, not aenomies.
Do you think we're beating a dead sea horse?
Of course we're friends. After all this, I feel that I'm in touch with your very sole.
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