Classy Nails became the site of a losing bet, one in which I succumbed to and at the laughing expense of my friend living in Hartford. So instead of a free lunch, I was to pay for her mani and pedi, while receiving one of my own. I was assured this would be a pleasant experience and was convinced that both men and women come to nail salons to get pampered. There is a first time for everything, so why not?
A couple of guys in the place who were getting pedis tried to give me a high five and while I cracked a smile and a nod, it was probably obvious this was going a impressionable first time. When they sat me down to soak my fingers in water, I overheard the Vietnamese girl doing my nails that this was going to be fun. My friend smiled and daydreamed away as her girl was primping her fingers into a flawless finish and an immaculate shine.
Somehow during the pedicure, I managed to relax and enjoy a small foot massage while soaking my tired feet in water. I thought to myself, "Maybe this isn't so bad after all" and "Why didn't I do this more often? There are dudes in here enjoying the same thing." My fingernails actually looked nice and the glossy nail polish gave me pianist hands again (something I didn't have since I was young).
Then my girl took out her tools and I began to get nervous. She conversed in Vietnamese with another woman, who was working on my friend's feet. My friend was nearly asleep from the vibrating chair and her girl was using some tool to peel her heel like she was peeling a potato. As sheets of skin fell from the bottom of her foot, I was more in shock than I was disgusted. Eventually they started grating her foot and producing flakes / grains of skin, almost like a server at the Olive Garden grating cheese just without the pasta.
My girl eventually told me I was lucky to have taken care of my foot so much but I really think she was just being lazy. As she cut my toenails, I noticed this murky red ink like substance in the water, and I soon realized ... it was my blood. She nicked the top part of my big toe and while I didn't feel any pain, she clenched on my big toe and blood seeped through her gloves like it was an operating room. She gripped on it with some gause and said "Sorry!" in a heavy accent and a facial expression full of anguish and regret. This is not good.
Event though the bleeding stopped, the damage was already done. My grumpiness hit all time high and I wanted nothing more than to pay and get out. As part of the my losing deal, I was to pay for my friend's mani/pedi as well and when my card was rung up for $84 (not including tip) I just shook my head and said, "What a win for you." She smiled back and said, "Yes. You ready to buy lunch?" FML. read more