One of my guilty pleasures is getting my nails done.
I'm addicted to it. I do it almost every 2-3 weeks. It's my "me time". One of the only things I'll splurge on myself for and not feel bad about it.
I think it stems from the fact that I bit my nails to the quick until I was 20 years old. I never had nails that looked OK enough to get done, so now? Now that I have nails actually worth a sh*t - I want to make sure they look good. :)
That's my theory anyway.
Back to the story.
A few weeks ago, I decided to try a new nail place. It's super close to my apartment, and I pass by it on my way home from work. I was feeling rather lazy that day and didn't feel like taking a detour to my usual spot, so I stopped there instead.
I walked in, and everything looked good. The nail techs were friendly, they brought me a glass of water, and the chairs were comfy too.
Once the manicure started nearing the end, I noticed how much of the polish was all over my cuticles. It looked awful, but I waited for her to finish up and clean up.
She "finished" the manicure and held my hand up so I could approve.
Usually if it's a little imperfect, I won't say anything. But this? This looked awful... See exhibit A:
Do you see how there's polish all over my cuticles? And then, on my thumb, the polish doesn't even cover the whole nail!
I HATE being confrontational. But, I told her, "I'm sorry, but all of that extra on my cuticles? Will you please clean that up a little more?"
She gave me the stink eye, and started to scrub the hell outta my hands. Once she realized it wasn't coming off, she says, "Well, just wash your hands a lot and it'll come off tomorrow."
Not wanting to make a big deal and hoping that MAYBE she was right (I knew she wasn't) I said fine and went to pay.
I got to my car and out in the sun I realized just how badly it looked. I sat in my car for a few minutes and got mad thinking about how much money I'd just spent to have my nails look like they were painted by a monkey.
I marched back inside and said, "I hate to do this, but when I pay $40 for a manicure, I expect it to look like it."
A few of the nail techs started talking in their language (I think it's vietnamese?) and glaring at me. At this point, I didn't even feel bad. I was pissed about the way my nails looked and now I was even more mad because I felt like they were talking about me.
The manager came over and started fixing my nails while the first lady watched. Maybe she was new anyway?
Either way, all I know is that I finally got my money's worth. I ended up leaving happy with myself that I went in and got what I asked for.
Now that? Is what a shellac manicure should look like! And it did after I stood up for myself and got it fixed! :)
Have you ever been in an uncomfortable situation like this?