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Say What?

Can I just say that Vietnamese people must have exquisite hearing. Now, I must admit.. I must be pretty uncultured because unfortunately, I don't have any Vietnamese friends, so I can't ask them directly. But how is it, at the nail salon, that the person looking down at your nails filing them can talk so quietly, and still be heard by their co-worker across the room? I can barely hear them! I swear they're wearing headsets...they must be. When they ask me a question about the length of my nail, sitting less than 2 feet away from me, I have to ask them to repeat their question. And I know they asked me in a louder voice than when they're chatting with each other. How is it possible?! I wish I could hear that well!

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Unknown said…
I wish I could say "so true"...but, unfortunately I never go to the nail salon lol. But, I can imagine what it's like (my comparison comes from the Seinfeld episode where Elaine takes George's father into her nail salon as a spy).

P.S. I love your blog!
Ian said…
I believe that one of the chemicals in the nail polish remover they breath all day gives them super-sonic hearing.

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