Sassy Sunday Sermon: Respect the People Who Make You Cute, Fed, and Functioning

Let Us Gather and Get Real

Hallelujah, saints and Starbucks-sipping sinners. Gather round. Today’s message is brought to you by common decency, Pumpkin Spice pedicures, and the simple spiritual truth that if someone is taking a cheese grater to your heels, you should probably… I don’t know… be NICE to them?

Let’s begin.

When Your Feet Say Jurassic Park

We live in a wild world where someone will roll up into a nail salon, plop down their raptor talons like it's Jurassic Park 5, and then proceed to act like the Queen of England plus the CEO of NASA. Sis. Calm down. You're here because your feet needed professionals and Jesus. Relax.

Bless her soul — she did not go to beauty school for battlefield archaeology.

I’m sitting there, minding my business, getting my Pumpkin Spice pedicure, sipping my little seasonal treat, apologizing every time I giggle-kick like a toddler because I'm ticklish. And meanwhile this one woman is going full WWE Diva mode on her nail tech. Yelling. Complaining. Acting like she walked in with Beyoncé’s feet when clearly… she did not.

And that sweet tech? Trying so hard. Smiling. Apologizing. Filing down those velociraptor claws with the patience of a kindergarten teacher in May.

At one point I wanted to lean over and say, “Ma’am. If kindness costs you nothing, then girl, you must be BROKE.”

And don’t even get me started on food service. My daughters worked fast food, and the stories? People throwing change. Cussing over napkins. Acting like they’re Gordon Ramsay but they ordered a $6 burger with extra pickles and attitude.

I swear, some folks wake up and choose violence over ketchup packets.

POV: They’re yelling about napkins but you make $8.75/hr and just survived the lunch rush.

Let’s get one thing straight:

If someone is cooking your food, waxing your bikini line, scrubbing your heels, doing your brows, blending your hair, injecting your Botox, or handing you fries hot enough to heal trauma, you better respect them.

The Holy Waxing Truth

Also, let's talk about those estheticians doing bikini waxes and brows...

Sweetie… that human being is tinkering around near some very sensitive orifices and that's some dangerous, humbling work.

You're over here getting your personal business laminated, lifted, plucked, ripped, and rejuvenated.

And you wanna raise your voice?

Be serious. If someone is one sneeze away from catastrophe while working near your lady portals, you need to approach them like royalty. With gratitude. With reverence. Maybe with a snack and a prayer.

This is why you stay nice to these ladies. They hold your dignity in their hands.

You cannot be out here screaming at people who literally hold your beauty and your lunch in their hands. That’s not self-care energy. That’s villain origin story energy.

Also, little life tip: the people who pamper you? They talk.

You really wanna be known as “Short-Nail Susan” or “Condiment Thrower Carl”?

When I go for my pedicure, my sweet Heidi brings me an extra pumpkin spice martini. Why?Because I love on her.

I tip right.

I say thank you.

I acknowledge she's a whole human with a life and feelings and probably a Netflix queue and a back that hurts after making feet look presentable all day.

The Altar Call to Kindness

Radical idea: be so kind they remember your face, not your foot calluses.

Because here’s the truth:

You can Botox, balayage, bedazzle, plump, tan, polish, lift, and laser all day long. But if you treat people like they’re beneath you, your soul is still crusty.

And baby, no amount of filler fixes a funky spirit.

So today’s altar call is simple:

• Say thank you

• Tip well

• Bring snacks and vibes

• Remember that kindness is free but being rude is expensive… because karma collects.

Can I get an amen? A yes girl? A “PREACH but also pass the cuticle oil?”

Now go forth and be soft. Kind. Grateful. Because the world doesn’t need more “Do you know who I am?” energy. It needs more “I appreciate you” energy.

And if you don’t agree… don’t worry. Jesus is still working on you. But in the meantime?

Honey, stay home.

Amen and exfoliate.

Blessed are the estheticians, for they walk through the valley of delicate blessings and fear no wax strip.

Because real talk? It costs zero dollars to treat service workers with kindness.

With love, sass and soft heels....

Abrilina