Odd Situation

My nails were looking atrocious. I have been on financial lockdown, and sadly, one of the things that had to go were regular mani/pedi's. But last week when RC said "My girlfriend used to have such nice hands and feet!" I caved. I had to!

I didn't go to my usual place. It was cold, and there is a place closer to my home that does a $22 mani/pedi special. Nice right? I thought, hmmm, if they do a good job, this could become my regular spot. I'm like a drunk going to a new bar. I'll easily be disloyal at the right price.

I knew something was off when she was working on my toes. Granted, they were in a state of vile disrepair. But it was cold out, and my feet were very tender, and OW! that cuticle pusher HURT! I kept pulling my feet out of her hands, but she would just grab them, like misbehaving fish, and slap em back down.

The manicure station is where things got really weird. One of my BIGGEST pet peeves is when you say "Please don't cut my cuticles. Just push," and your manicurist says "Just push?" and you nod yes, and then they proceed to SLAUGHTER your skin, cutting off every last tendril. There is nothing worse.
When she started in, I said "NO! Please! Just push!" again. And she repeated it back to me, and kept cutting. I was almost miserable.

But, there, in front of me, my nice nails were emerging. Under the table, my feet looked great. I held my tongue and let the lady do her work. We were applying the second coat when the truly odd thing happened. She mussed my left forefinger. Like any professional, she took out here nail polish remover and began removing. Then she applied the base coat. But instead of moving on, and coming back to it, she began blowing on it, in an attempt to get it to dry. And I am not talking a lady like breeze. This was a full on Big Bad Wolf huff and puff.

"PUFFFFFF" she went.
"HUFFFFF" she blew. I am not exaggerating when I say, I could smell her breath! I get the shivers just mentioning it! ICK! Like this wheezing was really going to help my varnish dry faster! I basically closed my eyes and let her finish. I knew I was very close to being done, and suddenly the bitter cold weather was a blessing. It meant my polish would dry faster, and I could get the heck out of there.

And of course my polish chipped with in a day. I have learned my lesson. Walk the extra block. It's worth it. What would you have done?