Let me start by saying that I've come here many, many, MANY times before to have a pedicure which, has never been a disappointment.
With that being said, if I could throat punch someone and get away with it, it'd be the "nail tech" that worked on my daughter's nails. HE (yes, a grown ass baby man) must've been having a "need a snickers" moment because he was a royal bitch from THE MINUTE my daughter sat down at his table. I mean seriously, What grown ass man SIGHS???. She was looking so forward to a day of pampering. She said she had a bad feeling about the dickpickle who chose her to sit at his table. She didn't want to ask for someone else because SHE didn't want to seem rude. Lesson learned, kiddo. Anywho, from there, it went downhill.
He ruined her phone with glue, filed her nails CROOKED (Guess he was pissed because she asked fo coffin, and not the boring ass square nails) He threw her hands around on multiple occasions,and made her bleed on at least 3 of her cuticles. She sent me a text (I was on the pedi chair)using the hand that he was NOT holding hostage, saying that he was hurting her, but he wouldn't let her hand go for her to leave. Once I was done with my toesies, I went and sat right next to my daughter, watching to see what would be done next. Let me also say that he was even rude to the girl working next to him because she wanted to learn the technique of hand-painted art that MY nail tech had done on my hands (Style Me Sweet on San Mateo and Osuna).
As annoyed as I already was, I kindly asked him if he was having a bad day.
He kept mumbling snide remarks under his breathe (like Oh my God, and Ugh, along with some shit about my daughter because he was REALLY upset he had to shape her nails)He told me "You know how long it's taken me to do this? With which I replied "That's your job sir. That's what YOU get paid to do, so carry on" The final straw was when my daughter accidentally touched the tip of the nail polish bottle with a finger, and he said "OMG I need you to FUCKING pay attention".OH HELL NO!!!
I went into full Mama bear mode. He started cursing (in English) and you better believe that I caused a scene up in there(if you were there on Friday 9/16 around 2PM, then you felt my wrath) because I was LIVID. He turned around and pointed to the sign and said "we have the right to refuse". I replied "well that's great, but you're supposed to refuse BEFORE you PROVIDE service, you f**kin DUMMY" My daughter got up, and walked out of there in tears. Seriously? He cursed at her, called her GHETTO (mind you, she hadn't said anything, not ONE WORD to him at all). Is it because she's black? Is that why she's ghetto? You ignorant piece of shit with no potential to do anything more than to file nails and paint toes. He came up to me as I was paying for MY toes and shouted "I QUIT" so I turned around and asked him, loudly,: "Am I supposed to care? I don't give a shit if you quit because You're not on my payroll, and you're not even good at WTF do so BYE FELICIA"
I spoke with the manager "JOI/JOY/JOYCE" and She told me that she'd had problems with him in the past (Well then WTF is he still there, JOI/JOY/JOYCE????!).I let "JOI/JOY/JOYCE"know (with a smile on my face, and a calm voice) that if My debit card is charged for more than the cost of my pedicure I was going to come back in and it would be a "Worldstarr" moment in here because shit would get broken .
I kindly gave the woman who admired my nails (and who did my pedicure her payment, and tip) and let ol boy know that if I saw him in the street I was going to fuck him up. UGH. I hope that place burns down. But not too badly, because Menchies is right next door, and I love Menchies. read more