As a single lady, I feel it's important to keep up on...self maintenance shall we say? So the other day I treated myself to a relaxing session of (waxing) hair removal. (*note the heavy sarcasm).
Now as is having some woman down in your lady parts ripping out hair isn't awkward enough, or the fact that I'm writing about it, try creating conversation during this moment. I mean what does one talk about between 'tearings', the weather? Well that kills about 27 seconds. The just passed holidays? Knock another 3:07 min off the clock. Other forms of hair removal??? Score! I hit a home run by bringing up the new trend of laser hair removal, which my waxing friend clearly had a strong, long winded opinion off, making the remaining time fly by! Success! The least awkward waxing session ever! .... That was until I was leaving.
After putting myself back together, paying my fee (yes, I pay for this torture) and saying goodbye I was stopped in my tracks when I heard her closing line of "It was SUCH a PLEASURE having you!!!" ... Ummm What?
I gave a slight head nod and smile and quickly went on with my day trying to forget the unsettling last line of dialogue...yet the sound of "such a pleasure having you" continued to ring in my head. I mean, I love me some good customer service, but really? What does that mean? DO I even want to know what i means? The answer is no, I don't. End of story.
PS - You are most welcome for my sharing of this personal tale.
