Pray tell why this bottle blonde came into my shop with the worst nail job I’ve seen in a long time, and decided to chastise me? Darling, maybe fix your whole situation before you judge me. At least I know how to take care of my acrylics.
Yeesh. Was she chastising you for something in particular, or just in general, for the sheer Karen of it? I’m pretty sure I’d tank spectacularly in any kind of customer service position, I get along with pieces of wood WAY better.











