BF had a gift card from my parents to Bida and he decided that he finally needed to get that massage. Hey, what’s better than a free massage, right? The way the pricing worked out, he was going to have about $ 15 left over on the card, so I graciously offered to take that and have a manicure done while he was getting rubbed down. I’m such a nice girlfriend for helping him out like that. The spa sits in an old house, which totally adds charm. Kev went to the back and I off to the nail tech side room. Meaghan introduced herself to me politely and sat me down in the chair. It took her a few minutes to locate the supplies and get situated, which gave me the feeling she doesn’t normally do nails. I should have got up out of the chair at this point, but I didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Silly me. She started filing away and I noticed she seemed uneasy and not quite sure about what she was doing… so I had to ask what the deal was. Turns out she does hair and is the«backup» for the nail tech. I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt so I didn’t say anything and let her continue. About 20 minutes later, the nail tech came in with her client — a pedicure. I began to wonder, if the nail tech already had an appointment, why didn’t they just tell me and reschedule? Odd. After Meaghan applied the white to my french manicure, I held them up and was shocked. Not only was it applied horribly, but the«filing» she did made my nail ends crooked! WTF?!? Too flabbergasted to say anything, I let her finish. The entire process didn’t feel like a manicure at all but rather like I let my 15 year old cousin do my nails. Eep! I nearly croaked handing them $ 35 plus a tip for the job. And not to mention, the nail paint started peeling off the next day. I really should hand them a one star, but gosh bless ‘em — they’re just so nice and sweet I can’t help but slap another star on there. Just don’t let Meaghan do your nails.