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| - Why did this experience suck? Hmm... should I begin alphabetically, chronologically, or just as they come to me?
Chronologically you say? Very well then.
1) She cut my nails WAY shorter than I asked.
2) In the process of repairing one fingernail, she glued the nail to the finger and got glue on my hand. She didnt even seem inclined to remove the glue - I had to ask. I also had to ask her to clean under my nails - she had polish in hand before I stopped her and made her go back.
3) Ow, ow, ow, OW, OW!!! This tiny asian woman manhandled my hands and filed my fingers as if she were getting even with me for something. And this wasn't a shiatsu "Ow, that hurts but at least now I can move my right arm much better, thanks" kinda pain. I couldn't believe how surprised she looked when I asked her to ease up.
4) I screwed up my courage and had her make a second filing pass, because despite my considerable reservations, I prefer not to snag the edges on everything I touch. They're better now - but still a bit jagged.
5) This one drives me batshit. There's cottonball fuzz STUCK in my manicure. I had her remove some of it, but didnt notice another until after I left.
6) The nail that was repaired was NOT filed flat - there's a big ugly bump in the middle of the nail - on the opposite side of the little crack I was trying to fix.
7) Both my thumbs bubbled. I pointed it out. She fixed one and put another thick coat of polish on the other.
But wait! I didnt even get to the pedicure yet!
8) OK. I admit that it had been a while since my last pedicure. But I'm literally the only person in the place. Would it be so much to ask that you not skip the oil and lotion part just because you were tired of complaining the ENTIRE WAY THROUGH the cuticle clipping part?
9) When I turned back from watching jeopardy, she'd added unsolicited nail art to both my big toenails while I wasn't paying attention. And when I say nail art, I mean 3 squiggly green lines across my bright red toes and chunky wet & wild looking silver glitter. I said "what's that?" and she said "for holiday!" Even if it hadn't been tacky as fuck, I count 65 days til Christmas. "Can you just do them red please? Thanks."
This marks the first time in my life that I havent tipped for a manicure. Frankly, they're lucky I paid at all.
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