I am a pedicure junkie! In need of a little pick me up, I stopped in Foxy Nails for a quick pedicure. I was greeted by an overly friendly man that hugged me and walked me over to the wall of polish. I... Read More
I am a pedicure junkie! In need of a little pick me up, I stopped in Foxy Nails for a quick pedicure. I was greeted by an overly friendly man that hugged me and walked me over to the wall of polish. I grabbed white and he joked that I was too plain. I am glad my choice of polish comes off that way, sir, but you are sorely mistaken! I chose the 30 minute pedicure, pressed start on the massage chair remote, sunk in to the leather chair and began my typical pedicure zone out.Clean establishment, comfortable pedicure chairs and all the tools were new-all great attributes but the nail tech didn't talk or respond when I attempted small talk or requested things. I'm not expecting you to quote Shakespeare but if I say "please don't do that" I need for you not to do that! Before you cut my nails, ask how short I want them. She cut mine so short, just above the quick, so when she dug under the nails with the file I almost climbed the walls! My nails are so short it hurts to wear a heel. I get it...poor little white girl got a bad pedicure, cry me a river-yes, cry with this girl!! Not only are my nails tiny stubs but after she did one coat of polish, the greeter guy announced that she'd be right back and she walked away, literally leaving the building and driving away. After 15 minutes I began looking around, attempting to get another nail techs attention. I asked them to please finish but no one responded. After 25 minutes I grabbed the top clear coat bottle and began to paint my own toes, only then did someone come over to me.As I'm walking out the door, I pass the initial nail tech I started with, carrying in 4 cups from Starbucks. "Have a good day!" She said in proper English. Touché, Foxy Nails, touché! This stubby nailed white girl won't be back. Read Less