My $345 Manicure by Julie

There once was a girl from... Mass.
Who finally kicked her nail-biting habit in the... butt,
After what felt like a year,
Her nails were long, lovely and clear,
And she was ready to give them some pizazz.

Off to Brooklyn she drove with delight,
To see her friend Jordan, and hang out for the night,
She looked all over to park,
And found a place just as it got dark,
Then walked to the spa in setting sun light.

The name of the place left them confused,
"Polish Nail Spa" the glowing sign mused,
Was it Polish the spoke?
Was this some sort of joke?
Or was it polish that the nail spa used?

The girls entered the salon at seven,
All the machines and chairs looked like heaven,
They waited forever,
Then were mani-pedi'd together,
And loved the work by the craftswomen.

The place locked its doors at nine,
But kept us to dry, saying it's fine,
We tried to hurry and go,
But they made the dryers continue to blow,
And at ten at night we finally left to dine.

With pretty fingers and toes we went to Lobo,
The guy waiting on us probably thought we were loco,
With delicate hands, and gauze on our feet,
Starving, we ordered a million things to eat,
And devoured a gallon of queso.

Rolling our way down the sidewalk,
We rubbed our full tummies and had girl talk,
I walked my friend to her door,
Told her we should do this more,
And set off to go get my car down the block.

I rounded the corner to find,
An empty space that once had been mine,
My car nowhere in sight,
I had quite the fright,
And then noticed the "No Parking" sign.

"NOOOOOOOO!" I screamed from where I stood,
I would have banged my head on my car if I could,
How stupid of me!
I wonder what's the fee?!
How will I get to work? Oh, this wasn't good.

The dinky little sign, that alerted me of my fine,
Had a phone number on one line,
Which I quickly called,
And a man slowly stalled,
Then told me I couldn't get my car until NINE!

With head hung low I walked back to Jordan's pad,
Who tried to make me feel not so bad,
She gave me some jammies,
Which softened my whammies,
And I texted goodnight to my lad.

When I woke I resolved it was a new day,
And put all my bad feelings away,
I hopped in a taxi,
And accepted THAT fee,
And with the help of an iPhone found the way.

The place was ghetto and shady,
Amidst car parts and refuse, there was a lady,
She went by the name "Red",
Probably 'cuz of her head,
Strictly business demanding I pay HER fee.

I walked to my poor impounded baby,
Would have hugged her if it didn't make me crazy,
She had been through a lot,
Then my eye was caught,
An orange ticket glowed from the wiperblade-y.

All I could do was L-O-L,
This night had turned into "Parking Fee Hell"
I got in my car,
Still had to drive quite far,
And oh, had to go to work as well.

Bumper to bumper I travelled the B.Q.E.
Laughing at how much this all would be,
I stopped by the house,
Changed into a clean blouse,
And tallied the numbers as I pulled into P3...

Nails for 30, Dinner 32,
23 for a cab - since I had to,
165 to the lot, 95 to the state,
Total: $345 but my nails look great!