Do you ever have one of those days???

My weekends are greatly cherished since starting my current job; being that, I rarely get any time off. Whenever I do happen to get some free time, I like to head to any suburban mecca like most people. Target & Borders are where I usually end up. I'm usually super relaxed and giddy on these days as I'm getting unadulterated "me" time. My morning was jilted a bit though as I dropped a pretty large makeup case on my foot. The corner of it. On my foot. Much pain. There "may" have been some inappropriate words uttered. I don't know if I broke anything or just bruised the heck out of it. Nevertheless, it's swollen and bruised and I'm gimping around like a, well, gimp.

Trying to ignore the shooting pains in my foot (thankfully the left one), the nail salon is my next stop. After inspecting my nails upon entering and then making me wait about 20 minutes (when I was the only other person in there), the lady (nail tech???) summons me over. She kept asking me all these questions about my nails and where I'd had them done. At least that's what I thought she was asking since I couldn't understand her between her halting English and the mask she had over her mouth. She was getting beyond frustrated with me for not knowing whether I had acrylic or gel nails on. How am I supposed to know? I go in, say I need a fill, and they do their magic. Didn't realize the details were that critical. Aha! I only wanted a fill with white powder tips...not too difficult. She then tells me that they can't do the clear fill. I got kinda frustrated with her at this point as I had told her what I needed when I walked in but I guess making me wait 20 minutes and copping an attitude were necessary. I believe I said something along the lines of, "I told you I needed the clear fill with white powder tips when I walked in...you should've said 'no' then instead of making me sit here." I don't remember the exact verbiage but I guarantee I was not nasty to her as I didn't think wasting anger on her was going to get me anywhere. Then, she had the audacity to say, "We no do clear. Why you be such beetch?" An asian nail lady called me a beetch! Surprisingly, I didn't say much to her other than she wasted my time and I left. Big shocker that I won't be going back there which kinda makes me mad as there aren't too many nail places in the rockin' metropolis of Scranton. Ha, call me a beetch!

Posted by Mandy at 3:27 PM