In related news, my leg wax was rejected because I’m just not hairy enough.
Okay, she would have done it, had I really needed it for, say, a romantic weekend getaway (hahahaha!), but suggested I come back in 3-4 weeks.
That’s three to four weeks. 21 to 28 additional days without shaving my legs. At all. Are you kidding me? By that time I could head up the mountains and survive quite comfortably in only the kind of bikini that she seems to think I wear.
Which I don’t. But I now could. If I really, really wanted to. And it weren’t, you know, February. In Canada.