Held hostage at the nail salon.

Oh, my word. Just earlier today I was talking to my dear friend Julia about how I think of getting a pedicure as an errand, instead of "Yay! A pedi!". And then I was held hostage at the salon for TWO HOURS.

I arrived and signed in at 4:15. 4:30 came around and the three people working at the salon were still working on the same three people they were when I walked in. They were all getting acrylics. I got up and said I'd come back tomorrow, because really, no BFD, I don't need a pedi like RIGHT NOW or anything.

But they were like "Oh, no-we're almost done, blah blah." So I stay. And they put me in a pedicure chair soon after.

And I sat. And sat. And sat. It was hard to be totally peeved, because I was reading magazines and all, but I was a prune by the time they actually got to me.

When it was all said and done, I left the place at 6:20. Geez. That WAS a chore.

Question-why do they never want to cut my toenails? Are claws in style now? Yes, I know I have short nail beds and that when my nails are nicely trimmed, they are SHORT. And I am ok with that. I prefer it over having the nail pass my skin. WTF?