Waxing intellectual
September 28th 2007 05:17
I went to get a half-leg and bikini wax for a bargain price of $25. Best inner city price (or any location really) for waxing.
Now I was quite excited about being waxed during my lunchtime break for such a small fee. Saves me having to bend over over myself (I do have long legs you know) and remove those darn hairs tonight. And getting the wax in the wrong places downstairs is not a happy feeling. Better to trust a professional
My trusty professional waxer was in her sixties (unusual for the beauty industry, I'd say she's the eldest lady who has waxed me) but she was of Middle Eastern origin (with 5 languages under her belt) so I felt safe, knowing how good they are with hair removal. As she vigorously applied wax on my calves - almost stabbing them with the steel spatula - and talking profusely about her upcoming "archaeological tour in Yemen and Uzbekistan", I felt intellectually enlightened by this woman but somehow her waxing etiquette was letting me down. I hung in; fingers clenched to the edge of the bed and tried not to think about the next area to be waxed.
"Don't worry", she said (sensing my fear), "I talk so much you won't feel a thing, you'll just be hearing me."
Conversation (mainly one way) continued and she revealed many interesting delights: "Oh your name is Lidia, yes an ancient land..near Turkey once...Oh Alexander the Great was Macedonian." Okay I knew this but then she carried on with exciting new gems of knowledge for me: "Ptolemy his great friend was Macedonian as was his famous teacher Aristotle... " Good news. Now I can tell the Greeks to stop claiming he was Greek!
Surprisingly the bikini wax was less painful than the legs; they ended up red raw after the session, sort of like somebody splattered raspberries over them , lucky I had moisturiser back in the office to soothe them...).
She ended the session with "You are not that hairy so if I have missed any hairs, it's probably because I couldn't see them!" Boom, boom. Wow, this is the best bloody "back out of trouble" line I have ever heard.
If waxing intellectual was her thing, she certainly performed her job exceptionally. I am now fairly hairless - still a few left on my legs - and inspired to read a little more of Aristotle!
I can pass on her details if you like?
Now I was quite excited about being waxed during my lunchtime break for such a small fee. Saves me having to bend over over myself (I do have long legs you know) and remove those darn hairs tonight. And getting the wax in the wrong places downstairs is not a happy feeling. Better to trust a professional
My trusty professional waxer was in her sixties (unusual for the beauty industry, I'd say she's the eldest lady who has waxed me) but she was of Middle Eastern origin (with 5 languages under her belt) so I felt safe, knowing how good they are with hair removal. As she vigorously applied wax on my calves - almost stabbing them with the steel spatula - and talking profusely about her upcoming "archaeological tour in Yemen and Uzbekistan", I felt intellectually enlightened by this woman but somehow her waxing etiquette was letting me down. I hung in; fingers clenched to the edge of the bed and tried not to think about the next area to be waxed.
"Don't worry", she said (sensing my fear), "I talk so much you won't feel a thing, you'll just be hearing me."
Conversation (mainly one way) continued and she revealed many interesting delights: "Oh your name is Lidia, yes an ancient land..near Turkey once...Oh Alexander the Great was Macedonian." Okay I knew this but then she carried on with exciting new gems of knowledge for me: "Ptolemy his great friend was Macedonian as was his famous teacher Aristotle... " Good news. Now I can tell the Greeks to stop claiming he was Greek!
Surprisingly the bikini wax was less painful than the legs; they ended up red raw after the session, sort of like somebody splattered raspberries over them , lucky I had moisturiser back in the office to soothe them...).
She ended the session with "You are not that hairy so if I have missed any hairs, it's probably because I couldn't see them!" Boom, boom. Wow, this is the best bloody "back out of trouble" line I have ever heard.
If waxing intellectual was her thing, she certainly performed her job exceptionally. I am now fairly hairless - still a few left on my legs - and inspired to read a little more of Aristotle!
I can pass on her details if you like?
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