Just got my nails done. Man, aren't those places an adventure sometimes?
I pay 30 dollars for a set of man-handled polished nails
The whole time you are sure they are talking about you
Especially me today.
I went in about 2 weeks ago and ended up with stripper glittered-to-the-max acrylic nails, something I apparently asked for. They were BRIGHT RED and boy did that glitter shine in the sun.
The nail artist, "Tweety" told me to come back 2-3 weeks from now and she will re-do it for me.
Welp, today was the day folks, I went in, explained the situation.
Rudeness and foreign chatter erupts!
Thats when you know, they are talking about you.
They say something and you think they are finally asking you a question:, "huh?" You reply eagerly, just to find out they are talking across the room to another nail artist.
Why do they even talk so quietly anyways? Can that lady way over there really her, I don't even hear them holler a name out?
Picture it: "Hey Tweety, is that bitch really in here again getting her nails re-done? She didn't like that bulls eye red hooker nail set from a few weeks back?"
(I sat down, red-faced like the color of this font, and got the nails done the way I originally wanted.)
Moral of the story: You can't always get what you want, but sometimes you better try twice.
Even if the lady giving you what you want doesn't understand a word you are saying.
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