So I'm currently getting a pedicure and slightly dying. I made the unfortunate choice of going to Shalom Nail. I used to go to Shalom for years until I started loving life beyond words at the salon across the street, Young Nail Cafe.
I got sick of Shalom telling me to wait 5 minutes and in reality waiting 25. I got tired of them not honoring appointments, sick of them doing shitty jobs on the services I did get, and today it seems I proved a point to myself that switching to Young's was the right choice. My lover Elle and I walked into the back entrance and immediately I was hit with the smell of some potent microwaveable soup and a hint of strong farts. It's a deadly combo in my book. We entered the main floor and it was dead empty. There was two other customer's getting manicures, so we sat down immediately in the pedicure chairs. My pedicurist has a name tag that says "Abby" , but trust me she isn't fooling anybody with a name she can't even pronounce. So Abby was talking to her friend who gave Elle her ped and they just kept saying "Maricon" which translates to Faggot. So they are calling me a faggot I guess?Being the only male in the salon I couldn't help to think anything other than that they were talking about me......