Up until a couple of months ago, I'd been going to the same nail salon for over 15 years. The same girls have been doing my fingers and toes forever. Sweet, Vietnamese ladies who are just about my age and we talk about their kids, they know I'm a teacher, I helped out one of them with a credit card issue they were having, blah blee. The salon wasn't anything special and actually didn't keep very up to date on the latest nail techniques because they're smack in the middle of a big senior retirement community and they don't actually need to keep that up to date. Show me a senior citizen who wants a shattered manicure. (Or pedicure, like I currently have.)
So they've been giving me a gel manicure for a while, and the first time it stayed on fine. The second time, it peeled off my nails after a week. The third time, four days. I finally said something about it and my manicurist promised to do a better one. Nope, it peeled in less than a week. At $40 a manicure, I want my nail polish to last, dude. My mom recommended a place she likes, so I gave it a try. It's comparable in price, MUCH closer to my house, and my polish didn't budge from my fingers for a full two weeks. Hooray! I switched over and haven't looked back.
Except my old nail place LOOKED UP MY PHONE NUMBER IN THE PHONE BOOK and called me last night, wanting to know where I was. I've never given them my phone number since they don't ever call to confirm appointments or anything. There was no reason for them to have my number. BUT THEY FOUND IT.
I panicked and lied and said I'd moved. And said I'd try to come in once in a while, even though they aren't close to my new house. Because I am too nice to say "You aren't giving me what I'm paying for and I really like you as people but not as nail technicians." My husband says they're a business and they need to know. I say a white lie never hurt anyone.
BUSTED.
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uncomfortable