L.R. Burt

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A Whiter Shade of Pale

September29

Yesterday afternoon’s perambulation carried me past the neighborhood shops.  Ordinarily I take the wide way around, street-side, but it was a bit warm out and the cooling fall breeze had died, so I opted to do that stretch of my circuit under the awnings of the local businesses.  As I passed Metro Tan, the front desk manager raised a hand at me in what I thought was a wave, but turned out to have been a hail.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” I heard from behind me, and turned to see Metro Tan Guy standing in the open doorway of the salon.  “Would you like some free passes?”

I told him thanks, but I don’t tan.  Never have, never will; I may be pale, but someday I’ll be glad I opted for fair of color rather than texture of a leather handbag.  Even tans acquired naturally, by a length of time spent out in the sun, frighten me — because I require a painful burn before fading to beige.

“Oh, not for the tanning beds,” he replied, “for the sunless tanning booth.  Come on, I’ll show you our machine.”

So I let him lead me into the empty tanning salon and show me the booth that resembled a shower that would presumably turn my porcelain Southern Belle complexion into that of a beach-bronzed Barbie.

“I’ll give you a couple of free passes,” said Metro Tan Guy, “so you can try it out, and then we can talk about setting up some sessions for you.”

Still leery of anything with the word “tan” in it, I asked whether the sunless tanning spray contained any chemicals that would be unsafe during pregnancy.  Metro Tan Guy looked well and thoroughly stumped.  “No one’s ever asked me that before,” he replied, which made me wonder whether this is something all other pregnant women know, or whether they just hop into the sunless tanning machines without thought for their babies.  He told me he’d research and give me a call when he knew something, and I gave him my number, even though I had no intention of my skin being any shade but pale.

But as I walked home, a question tumbled around in my mind:

Just how pale must one be for a tanning salon manager to feel such a rush of pity that he offers one free tanning sessions?

posted under Mommy Blog
  • Margaret

    I did the spray tan once and it was a mess. You have to hold your breath for 15 seconds while it sprays you, I kind of freaked out when it started I opened my mouth too soon and had a mouth full of spray, it was disgusting. I also wound up with splotchy legs and the whole point was to be able to wear a dress to a wedding in July and not have to wear stockings.

    I think most pregnant women do check into it and I will assume its not good to do while because you might inhale the chemicals. At least I hope most of the check into it but I did see a pregnant woman smoking the other day so who knows.

    LOL I have a feeling its not so much that you are really pale as he is trying for more business.

  • http://www.lrburt.com L.R.

    I’ve never seen customers in that tanning salon, so I suspect you might be right about him needing business. ;)

  • majorleague007

    Umm… I’d be much more concerned about the fact that tanning beds have finally been elevated to the same level of carcinogen as cigarettes than I would the chemicals in the spray.

  • http://www.lrburt.com L.R.

    “Oh, not for the tanning beds,” he replied, “for the sunless tanning booth.”

    I think it’s essentially skin dye. It doesn’t involve UV rays at all.

  • majorleague007

    I’s a still skeptical they’d be any different.

  • Annie

    You look just divine in Pasty Pale, Lisa dear. It’s you.

  • http://www.lrburt.com/ L.R.

    I've never seen customers in that tanning salon, so I suspect you might be right about him needing business. ;)

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