So I was getting a pedicure yesterday around 4:45 p.m. CST when I kinda heard a voice say to someone else down the hallway and through two doorways “first Farrah Fawcett dies and now Michael Jackson…”

And I was all like, whoa whoa whoa, what?

But one of the doors swung shut and I couldn’t hear the rest of it. I said to the girl who was doing my nails, “Did someone just say that Michael Jackson died??” And I don’t know what in the hell she was thinking because she got up and shut the door to the room so I definitely couldn’t hear what was being said at all.

And there I sat.

My feet being made pretty, while I attempted to get some kind of an internet connection on my cellphone. No luck.

It wasn’t until 5:45 pm that I was released from the salon and I could make it out my car to get the full scoop.

Michael Jackson really had died.

Wow.

And I really cannot comprehend the completely uninterested attitude of my manicurist. I asked if the King of Pop had died and she got up and shut the door.