Fake fingernails. Oh how I loved fake fingernails. My own pitiful excuse for nails were usually bitten down to the quick. In fact it wasn't until the summer before my junior year of high school that I actually grew out my nails. I couldn't have been more proud or mortified when during my first day of typing Mrs. Tucker informed us that we all needed to cut our nails in order to type properly. But flash back a few years and let's continue the fake fingernail story. Each week I received $2.00 for my allowance. I would more times than not rush to M.E. Moses at Westcliff Mall and plunk down 50 cents on a set of fingernails. They would be applied with adhesive from a small tube included in the box. I would faithfully apply them and polish them and watch them pop off one by one. Now their lack of longevity never kept me from spending my next week's allowance on a new set. When I think what I could have done with the compounding interest of a weekly deposit on fingernails I'd be rich today!
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