I don't even know where to begin. I didn't expect to have the greatest time, but I didn't expect to…read moreendure a shitshow, either.
When I tell you this is the most unprofessional nail salon in Western Michigan, I mean it. I had so many posts in the Hastings Facebook group be denied because there were only vulgar words I could think of that would accurately portray and compare to the simply abysmal encounter that was my Thursday morning visit.
When my guest and I entered the unit, it was the most normal part about our visit. We were asked what services we needed, then after told to pick out what colors we wanted, things took a turn for the worse.
Unsurprisingly in this town, the main guy running the store stepped out to smoke a cigarette as we picked out our colors. Which is fine, whatever, I don't care. However, I picked up on his lack of attention to, I don't know, the federal health code? Because he didn't even wash his hands before seating me to start working on my nails. He seemed to be as concerned with his hygiene as he was with securing returning customers -- not at ALL.
The actual time getting my nails done was fine I guess, except for when I went to push up my glasses mid-set. My hands smelled like fresh Newports. He also kept huffing under his breath like every thirty seconds, and I couldn't tell if that was because he was pissed at me or his lungs weren't functioning properly due to his seemingly intense nicotine addiction.
His unprofessionalism aside, I would like to mention that my guest was getting her acrylic fill by someone who I can only assume was a student. I will give her the benefit of the doubt, cosmetic schooling is hard. But my friend could've gotten five fills in the time it took her to do ONE. At one point, MY nail tech actually got up to go take over. While he was fixing her nails, she told her that her nail shape was as nice as her body shape. He looked at me and went, "am I right?" and laughed. No, sir. The hell is wrong with you?
Anyway, he came back to finish my nails but then had to go back and help the student. The student came over to take over and do my nails, but it took her like ten minutes to do one little star on my nail and I regret to say this, but it was horrendous. But I do wish her all the luck in the world.
You know, the saying, "never go to a nail salon by a Wal-Mart" doesn't exist, but it should because of Hastings Nail Spa. I would sooner put peanut butter on my fingertips and taunt a rabies-ridden stray dog before ever stepping into this establishment again. Please, drive the thirty minutes out of town and get your nails done at a slightly less barbaric institution.