The manicure I got at 5th Ave Beauty was, by far, the worst manicure I've had done in my 22 years here on earth. It was such a bad experience that I found myself laughing during it. Let me describe:
When I walked in, the woman at the desk didn't even look up to see me standing there. When she finally did acknowledge me and I told her I was there for a manicure, she rudely pointed me in the direction of a very limited selection of nail polish colors to my left. I picked out the best color I could find and was motioned to sit down. My manicurist (one of the Russian women working at the salon) began filing my nails into diagonal angles. I asked her to please make them square, she gave me a confused look and then "fixed" them. Needless to say, my fingernails looked more like arrows. She proceeded to cut my cuticles, which was also a disaster, as I ended up with tiny hangnails surrounding my nail beds. Mid-painting, she allowed one of her colleagues to sweep underneath the manicure table by actually wheeling the table AWAY from where I was seated. The manicurist also wheeled herself away in her chair, so I was left in the center of floor, in my chair with wet paint on half of my fingers, stranded in the middle of the salon. After the table was wheeled back over to me, I rested my wrists on padded "rester" which was secured to the edge of the table. Without putting any pressure on the "rester", it broke off of the table causing my hands to slip and smudging the polish on four fingers. This is when I decided that the experience was worth it because it now had become a really good story. At the end of the manicure, I walked over to the driers. No one helped me with my coat or bag, despite wet fingernails. The next day on the subway, I held my hand up to show my roommate my nails. We both laughed (again) at how awful they looked. The manicure cost more than most places in the city, and it looked my 4 year old niece did it. Needless to say, they won't see me again.
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