About that time, a girl walked in – I recognized her as a regular patron. She wanted a pedicure only. Fine Nails hates this. They expect everyone to get the full package deal. She sat in the spa chair beside me and insisted in only a pedicure. Kim pretended she didn’t speak English. “You want manicure too.” It was a statement, not a question. “No, I just had my nails done.” Ooooohhhh big mistake. Kim glared at her, picked up her hand, and began to inspect her long red fake solar nails. The girl began to scramble. “I was in a wedding and we all had our nails done together and I had no choice.” GLARING SILENCE. “They weren’t nearly as good as you Kim. Blah Blah crawfish crawfish.” Her voice cracked. “What you pay?” quizzed Kim. “$40.” Kim just laughed an evil laugh. “I do it for $35.” Girl you are so toast.
Thanks to the chatty bridesmaid, I was totally off the hook and could now enjoy my foot massage. There was normal music playing. Hmmmm an interesting and welcomed change to the typical fall of Saigon musical renditions. Then, glancing around the salon, I noticed since I had been out of town spring had sprung at Fine Nails. Seasonal color was “planted” around the windows in the form of wicker baskets filled with pink plastic azalea plants. A very fake Anthurium plant sat in the corner, and there were seven plastic spider plants in hanging baskets all around the room. Did they host a wedding here and not invite me? Kinda rude.
I am just not a fan of the fake flower hanging basket decoration. The new spring greenery was already coated in a fine layer of fingernail dust. I could feel my sinuses clogging. Just imagine how grubby these plants will be by the time fake fall mums are available for sale at Garden Ridge. This color pop certainly added to the overall ambiance. Fine Nails had gotten just a little bit finer. If that is possible.