Anyway, the nail technicians were all tickled today by my choice of nail polish, a mega-sparkle orange. "Hair orange! Purse orange! Nails orange!" Becky exclaimed, nodding her approval vigorously, or perhaps in amused wonderment. I live in the suburbs; most of the clients at this shop would never be this orange-centric, other than with a spray tan.
"What is job?" Becky inquired of me, surely curious to find out what kind of place would employ such a colored person.
"I write, and I take pictures of musicians at concerts," I replied.
"Oh!" Becky exclaimed, with a brightening smile. "You are camera of rockstar?"
I grinned. "Well...yes, I guess so! Yes, sometimes."
"This is very nice!"
It really is.