Either Webster's dictionary needs to reevaluate their definition of "professional" or the American people REALLY need to get their acts together... I'm leaning towards the latter.
Yesterday, I had my toes done at U2 Nails and picked this location despite its reviews because it was in route to the coffee shop where I was going to spend my day working.
I called ahead to see how much a pedi was and the man that answered informed me it was going to be $25. Fair.
I sat down and got comfortable and my gal asked me if she could clip my toes. I said that she could if she'd like, but I'd like them square. That was my only request. I closed my eyes and proceeded to enjoy my hour of relaxation.
I opened my eyes as she had finished putting on my first coat of red polish and immediately sat up HORRIFIED that there was red polish ALL OVER my skin on EVERY. SINGLE. TOE. It's okay for a little polish to run astray here and there, but I came to a PROFESSIONAL to have a quality job done. Not to be painted by a seven year old.
She cleaned up all my toes, and once I could finally see the actual shape of my toes, I could also see that she had rounded the nails and clipped some of them so that they were slanted instead of parallel to my nail beds.
Later that night, my boyfriend even commented (of his own accord) about the unnatural pink coloring of my skin due to the sloppy paint job and the uneven nail clipping. You know something's bad when a MAN notices it.