I’m trying to decide what the best part of my manicure today was:
A. the nail technician doing a rush job (read: shitty job) on my manicure because they were so busy…
B. having said nail technician stop my manicure every five seconds to answer the phone (27 women work in that salon…someone else can’t answer the phone?)...
OR
C. listening to the she-devil nail lady giggle and exclaim (after rubbing cream on my hands and wrists), “Ooh! Hairy arms! Hee hee hee hee!”
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In my case, it's usually listening to the nail girls speak in some Asian language (which, of course, I do not understand) and having no idea if they are talking about me. The sum total of our conversation consists of me saying things like "rounder," "shorter," and "very nice."
I've never ceased to be amazed why girls pay for this stuff to happen to them. It sounds like torture.
Surprised they didn't suggest waxing your arms....
I get "oh, you need wax! Teehee!" for my legs. It's called stubble. Get over it!
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