I almost dry heaved. I pointed them out to Melissa and she nearly choked as well. What was going on? Was this a dream? Was Abe Lincoln going to come walking down the Aisle with a beaver in hand? Nope. This was real and quite disturbing.

As a female, Melissa deduced that these nails were real. (She noticed things only girls would know.) Her pointer fingers looked like curly cue fries. All of her nails were easily 6-10 inches long. Freddy Krueger would've been jealous.
Upon leaving the store, Melissa and I looked at each other and asked the same question: How does she go to the . . . .?
Fake nails totally gross me out! I can't stand when a server in a restaurant has them. I have always wondered about the bathroom thing... *blech*
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