Manicure Madness

I made the grave mistake of getting a manicure the other day, thinking it would be a relaxing and enjoyable experience. The guy doing my nails was Vietnamese, and no offense to any one from Vietnam, but I wanted to punch this guy in the face after everything he put me through! I'll jump right to it.

After he filed my nails, he began to trim my cuticles. Sounds easy enough, right? Well, he cut three of my fingers, as in three of my fingers were bleeeeeeeding, and one quite profusely. He acted like it was no big deal that blood was getting on everything. At one point he grabbed a paper towel and pressed it down on the most damaged finger and when he lifted it up there was blood all over it! Then he told me to go wash my hands. Thanks.

So I go wash them and as I'm coming back to sit down, that one finger has pooled up again with blood at the base of my nail. I sit down and he starts painting my nails with clear polish. I keep thinking, what's he going to do when he gets to my bloody finger? (The other 2 bloody fingers were just mildly bloody.) Well, he just paints right over it so now I have this nice orange tint to that finger because blood is trapped underneath. Pleasant, isn't it?

But the worst part about it, besides my pain and suffering, sniff sniff, was to think how absolutely unsanitary that was!! He took that nail polish brush, put it on my bloody finger and then put that brush back into the bottle. What if I had AIDS or hepatitis? You don't let your nails tools or brushes come into contact with people's blood!!! What about the next person he uses that polish on??? I guess they'll have a little extra protein added, compliments of my blood, at no extra charge!

Then, as this is going on, I look up and notice a handwritten "Sanitation Guidelines" poster. The first rule stated all employees and customers MUST wash hands before service begins. Hmmm, that's funny. My Vietnam man sure didn't wash his hands before sitting down. In fact, he filed my nails, stuck my hands in some hot water to soak and then went and worked on someone else's nails before coming back to bloody up mine! No handwashing occurred. What if he bloodied up the other girl? And I wasn't told to wash my hands before he started.

Grrrrrrrrrrrr. After it was all said and done, I showed my step-mom and she couldn't believe it! So she called the owner over, which was the lady who did her nails, and she and my guy got into it in Vietnamese- which wasn't awkward in the least, no. Then he looks at my step mom and says with a 1/2 smile, "She had hangnail. Must cut. If it bleed, we don't care." And those were his words exactly.

And just to clear the air, I didn't have any hangnails. None. So whatever, If it bleed we don't care-man. He better pray he doesn't cross my path in a dark alley one night, because he'll be getting a cuticle trimming to end all cuticle trimmings.

So ladies, be careful when you get your nails done. And if you're ever in Knoxville, TN, DON'T go to Nail Art.

I'm going to play with the pugs.

-listening to Riders On The Storm by The Doors