I went to get an eyebrow and lip wax this week. Yes, I'm one of THOSE hairy beasts. I SHOULD go every two weeks, but being cheap and a weenie, I stretch it out as long as I can - to a month or two, sometimes.
Yeah, I know.
I went back into the inner sanctum of the pedicure place - in other words the teeny, tiny, undecorated room containing nothing more than an unpadded bed covered with a paper sheet and a crock pot of hot wax. I kicked back and waited for the attendant to return - she'd walked out with a polite nod and a quiet, deferential, "Someone will be with you in a moment." She came right back in with her hair pulled into a pony tail. Was she supposed to be the "someone different"? She had different hair, so theoretically it was possible. She looked at my face and pulled my hair back with a headband.
"What we doing?" she asked.
"Lip and eyebrows." I said, pointing.