You know the one where you pull out the bottle of nail polish on the train which causes me to ask you to put it away because it smells noxious which results in you putting it away but repeatedly spreading your fingers & looking at the unfinished nails & then me. Yeah, that one.
The OP evidently did not appreciate the reproachful glances of Ms. Nails.
I still fondly remember the acetone stench when a woman seated nearby on my commercial flight decided to have a lengthy session with her nail polish remover (stopped eventually by the flight attendant).
Glancing at nails & then at me was very passive-aggressive, which is BS for voluntarily doing that in a public place with a semi-captive audience. The first of my senses to notice it was smell, not sight.
What about the idiot who dropped a bottle of polish in front of my cash register counter while I was away and didn’t tell anyone? I come back to a mass of hardening purple polish with a horrible smell.
Wow, she really got to you. You could have just ignored her, but I bet you were keeping any eye out in case she decided to whip out her nail polish again.
That glaring, that “repeatedly spreading your fingers & looking at the unfinished nails & then me” - that’s her showing that she wants - no, she NEEDS - a dominant man in her life; someone to tell her when personal grooming is appropriate and when it is not.