After What Seemed Like An Entire Month of getting better from being sick... this afternoon I treated myself to a trip to Shelton's Salon and Day Spa in Fort Worth, and had a pedicure. Wow... it was so relaxing.
Seeing all the nail techs busilly working on their clients nails... making them all even more beautiful...reminded me of a story I was told years ago when I first moved to Dallas/Fort Worth in 1982... and actually settled in Plano, Texas.
During my first few weeks there... I noticed that Plano seemed to be the place where all the "beautiful people" lived. Rarely did I see even one set of nails be anything other than a gorgeous set of "pink'n'whites." It was then that I first heard the story of "Checkpoint Acryllic."
For those of you who are not familiar with Dallas, Highway 75 drives northeast from Dallas, goes through Richardson, and then at the northern edge of Dallas County... it crosses into Collin County... and the fine city of Plano. Plano is a great city. It was then that a new friend of mine told me the following story.
She first reminded me of my World War II history... and of the divided city of Berlin, Germany. It was divided into four sections, and when driving from the section controlled by the United States, and entering the section controlled by Russia, everyone had to pass thru Checkpoint Charlie. Armed guards were there... and every entrant faced a full inspection... making sure they were not smuggling any contraband into Communist East Berlin.
So, I was told that there was a similar checkpoint at the border of Richardson entering into Collin County and Plano. It was known as Checkpoint Acryllic.
All cars had to stop at this eight or ten station string of "toll-booth" type mini-buildings. Every woman hoping to enter Plano had to hold her hands out the window, and have her nails checked... to make sure they met the high standards required for entrance into "stylish Plano, Texas." If your nails passed inspection, the gate blocking you was raised up, and you were allowed to continue your drive into Plano.
If your nails did NOT pass the rigorous inspection... you had two choices. First... you either had to pull into the median strip of Highway 75, and stop at the emergency nail salon and have your nails either filled... or totally redone... or second... you and your car were escorted into the "acryllic nail emergency u-turn lane, and sadly sent back to Dallas.
It was then that I truly knew... that I finally found the City of My Relocating Dreams... Plano, Texas.
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