My Love for the Nail Salon

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I love to hear the “Ding-a-ling” sound that the bell above the door makes every time I enter a nail salon. The neon florescent lightning that covers the front entrance of the salon always direct my gaze, the nail polish, nail advertisements, the price ranges and the Korean calendars always keep me occupied. I love the way the nail salons smell, the different flavored incense, the acetone, and the acrylic, they all assault my sense, but I love it anyway. I wonder why the gigantic goldfish in the gigantic fish tank stare at me every time I come close to the tank, are they hungry? Or are they wondering what I’m going to get done today? What should I get? A French manicure, or a natural manicure? What about an American manicure? Or should I just get my eyebrows waxed? So many choices, so many options. The color options are never endless and I’ve got time on my hands, so I guess I’ll be here for a while.





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