I always wonder if I will end up like Paula Abdul for going to a cheaper nail salon, you know, where the manicures are $8 instead of $13 in the city. She got reamed for suing a crap shoot of a salon after she got a fungus infection on her nail or something, I think.
This lady had a huge wart on her hand as she began my manicure. I thought, “ do I say something”- but they seemed so happy I had wandered in this salon. “ I will just pay close attention so that the wart doesn’t touch my hand”- One hand was buffed and rounded and the other was ¾ done, and then my phone beeped. “ I wonder who that is, better check” I thought, and just as I reach out to my phone I felt a flaky cap of skin, UGH! CONTACT! I felt the crust wart touch my hand, naked flesh against flesh. Why was it not bandaged? Didn’t she know I could see it? Were others glaring in the window judging me and my choice of nail salon? Did they know the secret of the wart? Is that why I was the only one in there!
This was the first time I said no to the free hand massage during the manicure and lied saying “I am in a rush”. I bet she knew her wart had scared me because I then sat and proceeded to dry my hands under the dryer for 12 minutes. I usually love that hand massage, but all I could think about was four naked hands, rubbing and kneading, entangled with cheap lavender lotion, like a STD scare in college after unprotected sex.
