City Nails

Sandwiched in between a Mexican market and a janitorial supply store, I wasn’t expecting much. But never one to be turned away by sketchy appearances, which gets me into more trouble then you might think, I strolled in for an eyebrow wax.
I was lead to a room in the back and asked to lay down on the table. The lady dipped out and I heard her sneeze a few times, I strained my ears to listen to running water… alas there was none. The TV in the salon was tuned to the 5 o’clock news. swine flu was the headline of the day, ¾ of American will get it. She came back in the room sniffling and preceded to touch my face, I cringed — I’m doomed.
The waxing began, I closed my eyes. After every rip she asked if I was ok, yes yes just get me out of here! I peeked my eyes open once and noticed she was putting wax on my face with a tooth pick! A TOOTH PICK! At one point the owner came in and they proceeded to chatter above me, she even pointed at an eyebrow. I thought to myself, holy shit she waxed it off, she’s bringing in the owner to let me down gently.
Luckily I left with both eyebrows… decently shaped and cleaned up. But I didn’t escape without her smothering my face with this gel which grossed me out and undoubtedly clogged my pores.
I will not be back… in fact I vow to get waxed at classier places.