Birdie made a post reviewing Avon’s prewaxed waxing strips, which made me totally remember my one and only waxing “experience”. I say “experience” in the loosest definition of the word, as it was only a near-wax experience.

In April 2001 I made a trip up to Vancouver, BC to meet Eddie for the first time. We spent a lot of time walking around the city doing typical touristy things and I bought a lot of stuff for other people while I was there, and one afternoon Eddie insisted that I do something for myself and made an appointment for me to get my nails done. Having never had a proper manicure, I was thrilled with the idea.

About 10 minutes before my appointment we walked into the salon-type place and I said I was there for a 2:30 appointment. One of the women in the empty place told me to follow her, and we walked off past the little reception desk. She opened a door and gestured for me to follow her in, and although slightly confused I walked in behind her to find an examination table, which she was pulling that crinkly exam-table paper over. She must have noticed my perplexed look because stopped and asked, “You are here for the Brazilian wax, right?” I told her no, I was only here to get my nails done, and she quickly ushered me out before I had to endure the most painful manicure ever known to man.

There you have it folks, my near-wax experience. Thanks but no thanks, I’ll stick to shaving.

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