Earlier this evening, I went to get my nails done. I usually just get a manicure and clear polish on top. I don’t like my nails colored, I like them natural. Tonight I went to a different place because I’m not at home, so when I walked in the lady says, “Can I help yuuuu?” I said, “I need to get my nails done.” She said, “Pick out you colla.” I told her I didn’t want a color, just the clear so she told me to have a seat.

OK, my turn. I sat down and she mumbled something underneath her mask. I thought she said, “Do you want your nails done”, but what she really said was “do you want acrylic nails”. I said “yes”. Within less than 8 seconds, she completely chopped off my nails as I sat with my mouth agape and horrified. I said, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” She said, “I thought you want acrylic nails.” I said NO!!! I don’t want acrylic nails! I said I wanted my nails done! She said, “You ask for manicure. Not have nails done.” I’m like F*CK! I guess I’ll have to have them now if I want any nails at all! She got up and went to get something from the sink and for the first time I understood one word she said. “Oops!”

My heart was beating out of my chest. I hate, no… LOATHE unnatural looking shit! (Unless, of course, it’s my hair, and all’s fair.) How could this be happening!?! She assures me acrylic nails are GOOD for my nails, and how strong they will be. In two weeks when they grow out, I can come back in and she’ll take the tips off. Great! I don’t even live here! You’re never touching my nails again, bitch!

About that time, she takes a dremel tool and GRINDS the tops off my nails! I thought she had set my pinkie fingernail on fire, it hurt and burned so bad. Then she ground away around my cuticles and it was painful. Like a pro, she put the nails on - which were pearlescent and so not natural - and then that powdered crap with the goop on it they use for filler. She used a different attachment to smooth down the acrylic filler part, but my nails weren’t liking any of it. She asked me if I liked them when she got done, and I said, “NO!”

They are so tender and sore. Ouch! Ouch! OUCH! There are these red streaks underneath my nails where they meet my cuticles. Never again. She is next in line to find my knee in her chest. : )