One thing I will attest to is that I have a very colorful, fun life and the stories that I tell happen all around me everyday, I kind of just fall into them. I love sharing them becuase the responses I get in email make me laugh and then make me want to write more! Here’s another tale of weird circumstances as I lavishly live life out loud enjoying a day of pampering and beauty before a squid takes away the fun!
As I have said, I love a relaxing manicure and pedicure and I seek out great places to get them at because I feel I deserve that bit of pampering. I have had great experiences and then I have had those experiences where I feel like I was in the twilight zone or a hidden camera episode and I keep waiting for someone to come out and say, “CUT!” but it never happened. You won’t believe this story, but as I speak to a few of my gal pals, I am finding out more and more that odd on-goings at nails salons is more the norm than not! Lavishly live this adventure in beauty gone bad out loud: A Squid and A Nail Salon.
It is a 30 degree, Pittsburgh, PA., type of weather day, with intermittent, stronger snow showers, but that did not keep me in the house! As soon as the kids left for school, I did what I had to do and got ready for an errand day, and one such errand was an hour for myself! I decided to go to a nail salon I had been to before. This salon is in a very busy shopping plaza and I never know what the parking will be like or if they will be able to take me. I had learned NOT to schedule appointments because they don’t adhere to appointments making it senseless to call and schedule. As I sat in the chair waiting to begin my pedicure and manicure, I was joined by a customer who I began talking to.(we will call her JANE for this article) Jane had driven from New Castle to Pittsburgh to go shopping for the day and she had been passing this plaza and saw the words Nail Salon and decided she had to stop! I welcomed the conversation, I mean after all, a day out of the house, no kids, adult talk and well, you know how fun it is to meet new people in the salons and chat a bit. Chatting to strangers in a salon is just the natural thing to do when in a salon, if someone else wants to chatter.
As we sat in the Pedicure Chairs, Jane had turned to me and asked me if I was ask cold as she was, and I said, “Yes, they don’t seem to be running the heat.” Jane was frustrated because she had brought over Pink Nail Polish and the language barrier between her and the nail tech was horrid. The Nail Tech kept saying, “oh yes, Pink and White” and Jane kept explaining no, just a basic Pedicure. We began to chat more and more because of her growing frustration. The language barrier was the beginning of a bonding we shared for the next hour and a half. We were still not understanding why it was so cold in the shop, but we were about to learn!The person doing Jane’s pedicure and manicure was the shop owner, he made sure to let her know that, why we will never know(unless it was to let us know that it was fine that it smelled in the place because he authorized it!) We made it out of the pedicure chairs, cold, toes in flip flops, pants rolled up and COATS ON!(really not a comfortable trip to the salon!)
The shop owner, clearly had a cold, but while he was doing our nails, he was wearing a mask. (that is a whole other subject) In between doing our nails he would take the mask off, speak to us to tell us “my English is so bad, you probably think I am stupid” and then…… he would take the palm of his hand, and push upwards on his nose and booger would extend from the palm of his hand to his nose. He would wipe the booger on his pants, put the mask back on and then manicure again. He was not doing my nails, so I did not say anything, but I was ready to vomit watching him do this. I looked at her, she rolled her eyes in disgust. He did this a few more times, I honestly could not even watch. That is perhaps why she and I chatted so much. Imagine that his hand was just on bacteria-laden booger and suddenly touching yours! YUCK, but it was not up to me to correct his behavior, even though I felt bad, that lady needed to speak up, but it was clearly a very uncomfortable situation.
A Squid and A Nail Salon
The story goes further — As Jane and I were sitting there getting our nails manicured, we smelled something horrific, and the man that had the boogers on his hand kept opening the door. We also noticed that the door in the back of the salon was open, kind of a like a cross-breeze thing going on that works magnificent during the summer months but allows you to literally hit frost bite when you are sitting in the middle of a salon in flip flops! Remember, it was only 30 degrees outside and they were not running the heat in this salon. We were freezing and we spoke up! We asked him if he could close the door and then we made the mistake of asking what that horrible smell was? One of the employees was in a room that is open and leads into the salon cooking SQUID. Yes, cooking squid in the middle of salon for herself, while we were getting manicures and pedicures. We suggested that it was not pleasant and probably did not belong in the salon, and he laughed it off, and just said that is what she feels like eating so she was going to carry on eating it and preparing! The smell was disgusting, the air was cold and our clothes smelled like it long after we left. We were in a salon and they were cooking squid, boiling it, and if you have ever been to a fish market, intensify it times a hundred, yes GAG!
As if this story could get any more interesting, as Jane and I were drying our nails in the drying area, sitting with our flip flops on and finger nails under the fans, in a squid-infested, stinky smelling, 30 degree salon a mini men convention came in, 3 more men to speak with each other in a different language. We were already uncomfortable, cold, miserable, and now, it had become a national party for men in the Salon, none of them were customers, all just friends who pulled up a chair and came to hang out—- talk about uncomfortable, as they looked over at us, and then began chatting away again. The technician(owner) motioned to us while he was talking, so Jane and I were curious as to what he said and uncomfortable. We were now outnumbered, 5 men, and us, and the one lady somewhere in the salon eating squid at 9 in the morning.
It was an odd situation and Jane I and were just grateful we were almost completed with our Manicures and Pedicures, we actually just could not wait to get Out of There. As they were speaking to one another, the one man walked away, over towards us, and the front door and sneezed! He in fact turned around and sneezed into his HANDS, caught booger, smeared it on his jeans to wipe it off, and then asked the owner for a tissue to wipe the gook off of his jeans, never minding that we were sitting there watching all this going on. After he wiped it off, I thought perhaps he was going to wash his hands, instead, he went over to the nail polish displays on the wall and began fondling the bottles!
Both Jane and I asked to pay and high-tailed it out of there. I do believe this is the worst Salon Experience I have had, and I now KNOW why people(my friends that had visited there a few weeks prior) I know are complaining about the salon!(the salon is now closed, which is my update) I can honestly say that if that salon can not figure out why they are not busy, I would LOVE to enlighten them. You don’t cook food in a nail salon! You don’t wipe booger from your face and wipe it on your pants. You don’t talk in a foreign language with a large group of men and point at customers when doing so, when it is only 2 women clients in the salon! If your friend sneezes, offer him the darn sink to clean up not a tissue! I can clearly paint the picture for this owner that being in business means staying in business, but staying in business depends on how you handle yourself and clearly, they don’t handle customers well! I know JANE is never going back, and I have to agree, there will be no traversing back to this salon, but I have other stories for you about this salon, so stay tuned….. I had been there before and there were more Awkwardly amazing things going on!
*This is a true story, it is not my opinion, this is the tale of what happened while I was getting my manicure and pedicure at a salon in Pittsburgh, I just made the mistake of going to the wrong one!