I walked in here with the hopes of getting a polish change. It was Friday and I decided what the hell. I'm gonna do a full mani. Lets live a little.
I opened the door and BAM! I was slapped in the face with chemicals. No biggie. 20 minutes of a little chemical wasn't gonna hurt me. (I wonder how they can sit in that toxicity all day though. Open the door some. Air the place out a little.) Woman at the front station asked me what I wanted. A manicure, please. Ok, go pick color. Picked my color and she pointed to station 3. Sat down at station 3 and the nail tech went to get my bowl of water. COLD WATER. Ok, whatever. She started to push my cuticles back without any solvent. (That should have been a red flag!) She started pushing at the middle of my nail and didn't get close to the cuticle. (Can't push back without solvent!) I then told her NOT to cut my cuticles. (Cant trim cuticles without solvent!) She nodded. She then proceeded to DIG into my cuticles and starting cutting on my pinky. I pulled back and said "NO CUTTING!" I was answering a text and looked away and there she goes again! She started cutting on my ring finger! I stood up, thanked her and I walked out. I could hear all the chatter going on behind me as I was walking out. I get to my car and I catch a whif of this overwhelming stench of ONIONS. I smelled my hand and there it was. ONIONS!! I've never been SO grossed out in all my life. I wanted to barf on the spot. Then there was the question - Did she not wash her hands after the tacos she had at lunch? Did they use the soaking dish to eat lunch out of? Was the stink from the last customer and they didn't wash their tools?
Guess what? I don't want to know. All I know is that I couldn't get home fast enough. My hands smelled absolutely disgusting. Nasty, nasty establishment.