Mark is a hairdresser. He never learned to wax. Yesterday he gave me a Brazilian in less than 10 minutes. Once again I am truly baffled by all of the technicians that are specifically trained to do Brazilians and take forever to do one. It just doesn’t make sense.
Hose Down Your Hoo-Ha
Thoughts, stories, and insights from M.E. Nesser
I feel like one of Santa’s little helpers.
~your Brazilian Elf~
A guy told his girl he was going to play the song “Welcome To The Jungle” every time he took her pants off. It was time for a Brazilian.
I left a Christmas Tree on the top of a woman’s bikini line. It was very festive. I told her she needed to tell her man to leave a present under her tree.
This Christmas season hasn’t been as crazy as usual, so I think I need to reiterate my favorite holiday mantra: You cannot have a happy holiday with a hairy hoo-ha.
Don’t know what to give your man for Christmas? Obvious to me. Get a Brazilian put a big, red bow on it. Beats a sweater.
One of my regular’s was given 3 Groupons to another salon for Brazilians. When she walked in, no one acknowledged her for a solid 10 minutes. The room was small & sterile, like a gynecologist office. She had to ask the woman to put on gloves. The woman had to find some. She wasn’t lying flat on a table; her upper body was elevated which doesn’t work well at all. She was never asked to lift a leg or roll on her side. There was no clean up station. When my client asked what she could use to clean up, the woman told her to go to the drugstore and buy cortisone cream. After a very long, awkward service, she left sticky and hairy. She threw the other 2 Groupons out and came to see me yesterday. She said she was really happy to be back home again.
A new client told me how nice I was yesterday. I wondered what she thought a Brazilian Technician would be like. Did she think I was going to be mean?