YUCK!!!

I detest the feeling of nail polish, but that’s not why I hate getting my nails done. I hate getting my nails done for the same reason I hate haircuts — it involves sitting in a chair making forced conversation while someone else “beautifies” you for what seems like a really long time. I now have a new reason: it’s DISGUSTING.

But this afternoon, when I heard that the new “salon” in Mendon was quick, I figured it’d be perfect for a French manicure to help prep for tonight’s event. I should have remembered IT’S MENDON.

I walked in, and sure enough the man working there could take me. (I’m starting to feel sick to my stomach event recounting this story, so I’ll just get to the point.)

You know how usually at nail places, they clean nail polish out from under your nails with a long, toothpick-like stick, a swab of cotton fluff, and some pink liquid stuff?

Well…

In Mendon, the guy has kept all his fingernails nice and trim, except for his thumb — which he’s grown out for just this purpose.

YUCK YUCK YUCK YUCK

He touched my thumb and I changed my mind. Beautification is NOT worth fungal disease.