It was the first and last encounter with The Angry Waxer

I had the misfortune to meet an angry waxer.  Seriously, I know the name Angry Waxer sounds like an indie band name but I kid you not, I met a waxer who should have had the good sense to stay home that day. 

In fairness to her,  I have to also admit that it was a bit of jungle down there but still, I have never had a more painful and hilarious experience in my life. Lets face it, bikini waxing isn't the most comfortable experience, no matter who does it.  We started with the usual idle chatter designed to get past the uncomfortable situation that features a total stranger ripping hair off your hoochie.  She seemed a bit tired and angry and confessed that she was recently divorced.

In the best of circumstances its best if it is quick and as gentle as possible.  After applying way too much wax, this girl nearly ripped off my skin.  Smiling rather demonically, she went for big chunks of hair. I swear I heard her laugh. I felt like  Steve Carell in the 40 Year Old Virgin.  After doing one patch I screamed out and told her to stop.  She told me that she believes in doing big patches to make it go faster.  She also went more aggressively with her wax placement, if you know what I mean. RIIIIP, she went for it again at which point I was on the ceiling. "STOOOOPPP!!!"  I yelled. " You can't quit halfway" she said, after telling me she was very annoyed with her ex.  "Oh yes I can" I said and got up off the table.  WTF?  That girl was having a bad day and I had no intention of sticking it out.  , I am now sporting half a Brazilian which is a whole new look, let me tell you.  Kind of like a pirate I decided that I could potentially start a whole new fad. And a note to self, no more angry waxers!!