Here's my snap for today.
I got a gift certificate to a nail salon from one of my students at Christmas. It expires next week so I decided to give acrylics a try. Friends, my nails are in such poor shape. I bite my nails and when I paint them I let it chip off until there's none left.
I got out of work at 12:30 so I went right to the salon. I started to sign in and was preparing to have a seat and wait, since I was a walk-in when the lady up front said "Is it ok if you just come back later? I sign you in. 40 minutes". Ooook. I guess I'll come back later. Thankfully this place is less than 5 minutes away from my home so I just came back and watched some Grey's Anatomy.
Because I was excited, and because it was free, and I had the afternoon off, I went back. I still had to stand in the lobby for about 5 minutes before anyone spoke to me. Then I was pointed to a chair and waited there for a few more minutes. The man who ended up doing my nails didn't say a word to me the whole time. I almost fell asleep. He tapped on the tops of the lights, which I took to mean I needed to put my hands in. Then he got up and left and sat at the front desk. I was left on my own so I just sat until the lights went off. I got up and washed my hands, because that's what I saw another person do. I handed him my gift certificate, again, just assuming we were done...cuz he didn't tell me. He told me how much I owed him, crossed out the amount on my certificate and wrote how much was left. No goodbye or anything.
I like the nails fine. It's probably not something I will do often. Even if I do, it won't be at this place. It's kind of expensive, it smells, and will take me a lot of getting used to. If you get a poorly written text from me filled with mistakes, I apologize and blame the nails.