I went to get my nails done today...and made an appointment.
(I will do that EVERY TIME NOW)
I walked in to Paul finishing up a pedicure.
I went to the table and waited for him...and good old Laura was standing around as if she was given instructions she didn't understand.
Then the lady that he was giving a pedicure rounded the corner with Paul.
She looked at Laura perplexed..."she is doing my nails?"
Paul said, "Yes, she will do a good job"
The lady looked at Laura the same way I did when she pulled out her metal devices.
Then I kept noticing her examining her nails.
Paul told me he thought the lady looked mad...I reminded him that Laura was the one who jacked up my nails, but he let me know he didn't need reminding.
I just hoped the lady would speak up when her nails looked like shit.
I felt bad for her, but I was glad that I had made my appointment.
My nails look great...Paul is the man!!!
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