Today was one such experience with possibly the most thorough beautician I have come across yet.
I may become a regular in the vein hope that I don't have to go too frequently.
After the third application of wax it took a set of tweezers to remove the last Bastien of 7 pubes, from what had been a quiet and warm arm pit. They'd scattered in the optimistic belief that they could hide in plan sight. It was not to be.
I found myself thinking rather proudly:
"Oh just leave them. They've survived 3 applications of hot wax and vigorous yanking"
Like The Magnificent 7 they were displaying a level of determination that would see any Mexican villager doing their own rendition of Michael Jackson's Moonwalker.
Equally another thought was running through my head:
"Oh for the love of hot wax GIVE UP and leave. There is nothing left for you- everyone else has gone to the cotton strip party. JOIN THEM AND LEAVE ME"
This thought was louder than the other.