Barbara Gets Her Nails Done

"I just don't fit in with those girls.  I try to be so nice.  I'm always telling them about great clothing sales and inviting them out for cosmos and they blow me off.  It's like some secret inner circle that I can't penetrate," Barbara said, while eyeing the rows of nail polish colors on the wall.
"They don't know the real Barbara.  Those girls, they come around," said Mimi, patting her hand reassuringly before tearing off some cotton and pouring on the liquid polish stripper.
"But Mimi.  Last week, I made my special coconut lemon cake.  The one with the extra fluffy icing.  Now mind you I wasn't making it for myself, being that I'm doing South Beach again, but I was making it for them.  No one can resist my cake.  I set it up in the flight lounge during our long layover, and the only person who touched it were Mr. Dan and his copilot.  They hate me so much they won't even eat my food," Barbara wanted to swipe at her eyes, but as her one hand was being held by Mimi and the other was soaking, she let the stray tear drop quietly down her face.
Mimi tsked and said, "Those girls, they need a good swat.  Their mothers didn't raise them right.  They shouldn't treat you like that."
"Oh, Mimi, it gets worse!  Wednesday night we were in Chicago.  The other girls were talking about going out to some brewery.  Right in front of me.  So I said, 'Oh, that's sounds like fun, I'd like to go too' and Vicki was all, 'Actually, Barbara, maybe you should focus on getting your nails done.  They're looking a little chipped' and I just looked at my nails in horror and realized she was right, while the other girls started laughing.  That's when I called to make the appointment with you.  Still, though, I just get the sense that maybe she didn't want me to come, and wasn't just pointing out that my nails look bad.  Although we all know it's important for flight attendants to look good, so it's hard for me to tell exactly what Vicki meant," she shook her head slightly, replaying the disappointing scene in her mind. 
"You just let Mimi take care of you.  You don't need other girls.  No, they just trouble.  You still want Tickle Me Pink?"
"Actually, I'd like to try that new, brighter pink, Enchantress this time," Barbara replied, watching as Mimi began shaking the bottle.  She sighed, "You know, my whole life I've always been on the outskirts.  Looking in, watching all the other girls.  I've never even had a best friend.  Not even when I was little!  I try so hard too.  And not that my Mom was much of a friend, what with her drinking and all, but I even wish she was still around to talk to some days.  Last month Cosmo had all these suggestions for meeting friends, and I already totally do most of them.  I belong to a gym, I do pilates classes, I get my hair done, my nails.  I even tried going to a couple of those Young Socialite meetings.  So I get out there.  I should be meeting friends.  Making connections.  Instead, I'm just more aware of my failings and wondering what's wrong with me that I can't connect with others."
Mimi shook her head as she started applying a clear coat on top of Enchantress and said, "Maybe you should try those new Zumba classes.  Just like on Today Show.  Dance, get fit, meet girls.  Fix all problems."
Barbara's eyes lit up with hope, "Oh Mimi, do you really think so?"
"Of course.  Mimi know all.  Here, you sit under dryer.  Think happy thoughts," Mimi said, and she patted Barbara's hand reassuringly once more before standing. 

This post is linked up with The Red Dress Club, using their evil prompt to write a piece using all dialogue.  Being that dialogue is a weakness for me, I figured I'd torment myself participate. 

Also, if this piece is a prelude to another piece I did on Barbara, which you can read HERE.