A Matter of Principle

I think I may have to scrap the whole September Resolution thing. Last night Ex-Boyfriend asked if I would get a pedicure. The simple answer would have been to admit I had been thinking about it anyway. However, the path of least resistance is rarely the most satisfying and so I looked at him as if he were crazy to suggest such a thing, acted offended, pouted a bit, etc. Then finally I told him I would be willing to think about it if he would pay for it, because, being a company bitch and all, I cannot exactly squander good money on such frivolous expenses.

"Okay" says the Ex-Boyfriend. "How much is a pedicure?"
Shit shit shit shit.
"Twenty dollars." I mumble.
"What?"
"Like twenty dollars."
Ex-Boyfriend starts laughing. "Only twenty dollars?"
I stare at my hands and say "Shutup."

I should have quit while ahead and not tried to make it sound as if getting pedicures was a rare, elusive service that only the truly rich and shallow could afford.

But clearly now I cannot get a pedicure. It is a matter of principle.