Unfiltered Story #239987
(I’m at my local branch of a popular salon chain, they are known for their waxing specials and have a lot of ads to that effect, to have my eyebrows waxed. I’ve been seeing the same esthetician for a while now, so she and I often chat and catch up during my appointments.)
Me: I bet you’ve been extra busy the last couple of weeks with summer starting!
Her: Yes! It’s been a little crazy, but I’d rather things be busy than slow. Although, summer does bring out some odd people.
Me: What’s the strangest thing you’ve had to deal with since the last time I saw you?
Her: Oh, hands down it’s the drunk guys coming over from [bar & grill] next door. At least once a week they come stumbling in and ask if I can wax one of their equally drunk friend’s balls or a**.
Me: Wow…They’ve all seen ’40-year-old Virgin’ too many times, haven’t they?
Her: You have no idea. I’ve spoken to our Manager about it, but she says there’s not much we can do besides refuse them service, unless they become belligerent or destroy property or something.
Me: Next time, you should tell them you’d be happy to, then go into gory detail about how hair follicles are ripped out during waxing.
Her: Ha! I’ve thought about doing something like that.
(I’ve got another appointment with her soon, I’m interested to know if she’s found a way to deal with the ’40-year-old Virgin’ groupies.)