Permission to Rant

A lengthly conversation observed at a beauty salon struck me as wasteful. A waste of breath, a waste of time, a waste of energy and money. The time spent on a conversation about fingernail polish involved immediate color coordination and extensive concern that polish would not last long enough for the foreign travel cruise planned for the near future. The number of weeks, the exact color best for the cruise plans, etc, etc, etc. This conversation lasted for 15 minutes. To those of you who might read this and are prone to the same kind of primping, I apologize. That is why this is called a rant. Rants occur when the ranter JUST DOESN'T GET IT.