So that's what the manicurist is thinking?

Me: My daughter and I would love to have our first manicure together. How much does it cost?
Manicurist: How lovely for you both. It's just $15.00 each. 
Manicurist (what she really thinks):  You look like you just came out of a coal mine. This could take all day. When was the last time you washed your hands? 

Me: Oh, that sounds wonderful. Let me go pick a color.
Manicurist to me: Go right ahead. I will get my instruments ready.
Manicurist (what she really thinks): Oh, no, here we go. Don't forget how old you are lady. I doubt you're going to pick something age appropriate; you're probably one of those crazy wannabe Cougars who wants bright purple acrylics.

Me: Do you use new instruments for each client? How do you clean them?
Manicurist to me: Oh, yes. We clean them very carefully and then put them in the autoclave machine.
Manicurist (what she really thinks): Do you go to the Italian restaurant and ask them if they wash the dishes that you're eating off of.  I wish I had ten bucks for every time I get asked that.

Me: Thank you so much for the beautiful manicure. It looks so pretty.
Manicurist to me: Yes, it does. Come back in two weeks for a touch up.
Manicurist (what she really thinks): I give it about ten minutes, and your fingers will look like they went through the wood chipper. When will some women realize they are not manicure material? Why don't you just go sign up for tractor trailer driving lessons?