The Waning And
The Waxing Of
The Woo Woo
My Skin Esthetician told me a funny story and I thought I'd share it. She has her own business, and she provides many levels of service for skin care, including waxing. She was telling me the other day that I had no idea what she went through in dealing with clients, nor did I understand how clients perceived her. I should add that she has become a friend to me.
She is known in her community in certain social circles, and a client also belongs to one of those orbits. They were attending the funeral of a mutual friend, and the Esthetician was sharing a pew in the church with the client and the client's husband. The Esthetician got up from her seat and went forward in the church to perform her eulogy. She is well known as an eloquent public speaker. She heard the client lean over and say sotto voce to her husband, "That's the girl that waxes my woo woo." Since they see each other socially, she thought they had a different relationship, but she told me she now realizes that this woman is obviously bearing another perception--as nothing more than service staff for the waxing of the woo woo.
I'll tell ya. Woo woo waxing isn't for the weak of heart and spirit. It hurts. There's no getting around it. The waxer gets to know you as well as your Gynecologist, there is a lot of yelling and swearing going on, you have to be a yogi master to contort into some of the positions required to get every hair, and you'd better go into it will a steely resolve and some humor.
Now for another humorous moment by a woman who knows all about woo woo. Last night I received an email from Rhinestone Cowgirl:
cube ffukcing roooooooooocks
"Okay," I thought. I wrote her back, "Jesus F. Christ. Laughing and shaking head." Then this showed up:
don't flaugh! i'm vyr hapy
Followed by the next email:
ohishit i'm kinda
She seems very fond of her F key when she's drinking. I've since learned she was out last night with Velvet. Velvet reports that Miss RC saw an empty police cruiser and her eyes lit up. Thank God Velvet pulled her away, or we'd be reading about them in the paper with our Saturday coffee. VelvetinDupont.blogspot.com.
Miss Rhinestone + Miss Velvet = "Here Comes Trouble."
I'm on my way out for a manicure, Miss Rhinestone. I hope your head is healing nicely. Put this on it, and it will perk you right up.