Sunday, July 17, 2011

Snarky Sunday - Pedicures

I feel like lately I haven’t been bringing the snark as frequently as I would like. I plan on remedying this with a weekly injection of it, called Snarky Sundays.

I am not the type of person who wants to spend a day at the spa to relax – that would actually stress me out more than anything. My mind would be racing with all the tasks I’ve neglected because I’m wearing a white robe and trying to avoid athlete’s foot in the lounge area. Seriously I just want you to paint my toenails – why am I undressing?! It just seems like a lot of pomp and circumstance for some nail polish is all I’m saying. I get it – some people like that – more power to you. If you like paying $100.00 for a pedicure just so you can wear a robe and access the bacteria ridden facilities like the hot tub and sauna, then absolutely – knock yourself out. I hope you have a prescription for Cipro on standby.

Instead, I prefer the bacteria ridden tools of the chop shop nail salon that you can find on the corner of shopping complexes in suburbia. The risk seems worth the reward – a pedi/mani in less than one hour, no obligation to speak to the aesthetician (mainly because nine times out of ten she is ignoring you just as much as you are avoiding conversation with her) and it will only cost you $45.00 (including the tip)! But, all that being said, there is one thing that annoys me about these places.

I appreciate the trade off – you get what you pay for. I’m totally on board with that. But if I specifically call ahead and make an appointment, and show up to said appointment, and I still have to wait 20 minutes with my feet soaking in a bucket of tepid water before someone comes to help me out, that is where I draw the line. Especially when I see only three employees and ten women at various states of their manicures, nail fills, or pedicures. My dad has a restaurant, I understand that you always make room for one more customer, but he’s not going to make the people that called and made a reservation wait because someone just showed up. I wish they would apply the same practice at nail salons. They totally trap you – the water bath may as well be a cement block because they know, once they have you in the soaker tub, you aren’t going anywhere. And they are totally right – I just wish there was a middle ground salon. Somewhere that is cleaner than the chop shop, but less pretentious than the spa. Or perhaps I should just do my own damn nails. What is your preference?


  1. pick your cawlor please...hehe. you forgot to mention the "blue" mystery liquid that they clean the basin with after your done...what the hell is that stuff? i always chuckle to myself bc it looks like blue powerade...and then i think...what if it is? my feet feel itchy...

  2. 2 things - prescription for cipro and chop shop salon. hahahaha. brilliant!

  3. Love it! I do my own, I've become quite good at it. At least the bacteria on my floors are my bacteria. No need for Cipro ;)