I have had no more than three pedicures in my whole life. I'm going to a big family event this weekend and intend on wearing very cute sandals. Yesterday afternoon I thought, "What the heck?!" and went into my local nail salon, asking for a spa pedicure.
What was immediately frustrating was that the gal taking care of me did not understand me, nor did she attempt to communicate with me in ways beyond manipulating the tootsies. I tried to convey, when the pain started, "No need to cut the nails" but was unsuccessful. The woman next to me told her service provider that she was allergic to latex, so, please. do not use latex gloves. The woman smiled and nodded and said, "okay", while her client's feet began to swell. Unacceptable and kind of irresponsible.
There were several moments of pain throughout my relaxing procedure, but sometimes facials hurt too, so I endured in the name of beauty. When I got home, I realized I had cuts all over my feet. I immediately applied Neosporin, hoping to ward off infection. Today, one of my big toes is absolutely killing me because it is now ingrown. I think I can actually feel the pus being produced. :-(
I want, desperately, to march in there tomorrow and demand my money back but there was one man running the place and a dozen worker bees. Call me nuts, but this guy sort of feels like the pimp and I don't want to get this girl in trouble. But I'm mad! And I'm in pain! *sigh* I will never get a pedicure again. Ever.
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