Weirdest, probably worst mani pedi experience of my life. Nothing is obviously wrong with the salon when you walk in. And I guess, if you like getting a big dose of right wing politics and evangelic... Read More
Weirdest, probably worst mani pedi experience of my life. Nothing is obviously wrong with the salon when you walk in. And I guess, if you like getting a big dose of right wing politics and evangelical religion with your manicure, this is the place for you. Not my cup of tea, but fine if you like Donald Trump and Joyce Meyers this could be a dream come true for you!Everything seemed fine at first, I sat down in the pedicure chair and soaked, couldn't get the wifi password to work on my iPad but that's no big deal. My mistake was to engage the nail tech in conversation. She somehow jumped from stating that she was born in Greece to declaring that the President of the United States is a Muslim--a long ago debunked "birther" talking point. When I suggested she was wrong, not that there would be anything wrong with the President being Muslim but she had obviously bought into that kind of bigotry also, she became quite combative and argumentative. Pointing out the impropriety of the weird line of political rant she chose to take up with me, which I found quite offensive actually and to tell the truth, when I go into the nail salong I am only interested in my nail tech's opinion on nail color, shellac vs gel, and whether I think the termperature of the water is fine or not.The birther nail tech never apologized. In fact, she yelled at me as she walked away. At that point, my feet were in the tub, my toenail polish removed, and I was quite offended and really wished I had never come in the place. I asked the owner to find me a new nail tech and so the owner, Polly, took her place. The original tech sat tapping what I can only imagine were angry comments on Bernie Sanders' facebook page. Who knows. There was not another soul in the place.Ahhh, the fun had only just begun. No acknowledgement of the offensive behavior of her employee was made. She wrapped my fingers in foil to dissolve my shellac and started to talk kind of stream of consciousness about Jesus. Wow...okay, so, I'm all for people practicing their faith, but I felt like I was trapped at a one woman revival meeting. It was nonstop, Jesus Jesus Jesus...really? I work in a religious institution, but this was WAY over the top. I would have left, honestly, but by the time I realized how weird these people were I was stuck. I tried to shorten the experience by forgoing the shellac (which is actually gelish, not shellac), and in my hurry to get out of there my nails were still wet. And I paid full price. Tomorrow I will get my nails re-done at a salon where I hope the topic of conversation has more to do with nails and less, far less, about politics and religion. And, hopefully they will have shellac! I will definitely check Yelp! first this time. Read Less