Experience is a MUST!

I was talking to my friend last night, about this horrible experience I had(funny, but horrible) and she looked at me and told me to blog about it. So here I am. Blogging about my misfortune.

A few days ago, I went to see my friend who works in a salon, I needed a few things waxed. Um.. like my eyebrows...and yah..well, anyways. So, I went in, we were chatting and laughing and I was telling her about my latest escapades, and who I was interested in. Before we knew it her next appointment came it and she didn't have time to finish what she had started, and clearly since I wasn't paying her(shhh don't tell her boss) I was just going to have to leave, half waxed. One of the girls she works with offered to finish.

We got talking, and so I asked her how long she had been waxing for.. *just as she applies the wax*

"Oh, this is my first time"

I may or may not have gasped and got nervous for my little life, I usually like someone with a little more experience(she was like the receptionist or something). She applied the little strippy thing, waited a few seconds, and a few seconds more, and maybe even another 79.6 seconds and the RIP! I thought I was going to go thru the ceiling. That was the most painful thing I had ever gone thru- please remember I've been hit by a car, I've busted my knee, I've torn my rotator cuff, and I think this almost trumped all of those.

She applied pressure. Then it started to burn. Like stinging burn. I looked down and my SKIN was gone!! Just gone, it was on the strip she ripped off my body.

Let's just say it's a good thing I have another valid reason for walking so weridly right now, or else I'd have alot more explaining to do. *awkward*

Next time I think I'm going to ask for my waxer's credentials BEFORE she puts any wax near anything of mine.


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