I love my nail salon… but sometimes the women make me BLEED and it FREAKS ME OUT. I can’t handle it because I remember all those news stories about people contracting diseases through those cuts. The last time I went, I looked like a volcano. So, that was it! I was done. After my shellac manicure, I marched right into CVS and bought EVERY SINGLE TOOL they use.
I know most salons have boxes available for purchase. BUT when you buy a box it usually only comes with a buffer and a nail file. No, sorry. I want the cuticle pusher, the nail clipper, and whatever that wishbone shaped tool is called to ONLY BE USED BY ME. When I whipped out my bag of goodies yesterday afternoon, the women were like, “very smart! very smart!” and I was like.. DAMN RIGHT!
You can’t be too careful these days. I LOVE my place for everything but the cuticles part. They do great pedicures, massages, facials, etc. The women are friendly. They know me by name. It’s nice.
Ironically enough – yesterday I didn’t bleed. Of course… because I had my own tools. But isn’t that the way of the world.