|OK, it wasn't this bad, I promise!|
It wasn't until I arrived that I realized that 'The Hair Garden' was a beauty salon catering to a clientele that was primarily of East Indian decent. This shouldn't matter. I believe hair down there grows the same on everyone, so I pressed onward in my adventure. I was led into a back room. The chatter among customers flowed in a foreign tongue, so I had no idea if the other patrons were chuckling about how nervous or out of place I looked or if they were just carrying on regular conversation. I reminded myself that this would all be over soon and I would be chuckling about it long distance with Fozzy.
|I feel ya!|
|Dare to dream!!!|
Ironically the worst of the de-weeding was about to be realized. When comparing prices, perhaps I should have inquired about technique or success rate (I guess I wasn't aware that a bikini wax could be unsuccessful). Upon inspection, I was shocked because I had been serviced with an 'incomplete' bikini wax. There were entire areas that remained intact. How difficult is it to get it all? I promise that I am not some kind of amazon woman with hair growth rivaling that of Chewbaca. What good is an incomplete bikini wax? I was still forced to deal with the renegade strips of hair that apparently avoided the less than thorough efforts of Ms. Hair Garden. I would certainly not recommend her for the employee of the month. How dare she botch this, when every ounce of my courage was summoned for this particular endeavor!
So approximately ten summers later, I have chosen to spend summers sporting swim suits that shroud my bikini line in a skirt rather than 'woman up' and repeat the icky process all over again. I have accepted the reality that I have an area where the sun doesn't shine. On the flip side, Fozzy and I only have to mention the name of the now closed business, 'The Hair Garden' in order to enjoy a good hearty laugh! And so now I share the laugh with you too, my readers.