Thoughts, stories, and insights from M.E. Nesser
Started driving on a road trip this week and passed the town of Hornel. A new client drove from there to get her hoo-ha waxed by me for the first time. I couldn’t believe how far it was from Rochester. That got me thinking about the 2 girls from Waterloo and the woman from Weedsport who also came in last week. Just wanted to say an extra thank you to everyone who travels that far to see me. It is very flattering and I promise I will continue to treat your pussies with the love and attention that they truly deserve.
Owning a salon near a university is so much fun except that when the students graduate, many of them leave Rochester. It has been very common, however, for clients to drop by for a wax when they come to town. Face it, who else is able to rip them in 5 minutes?
This week one of my former clients came by with quite an overgrown bush. She told me her man wanted her to try the “natural look.” Believe me, there was nothing natural about it.
A woman told me she went somewhere else for her first Brazilian and it took the technician 60 minutes to wax her and cost $95. I asked her if they gave her a happy ending because there is no excuse for it taking so long. She laughed and said there was nothing happy about the experience. When I commented that I didn’t know which was more obscene, the hour or the money. She said the hour.
A young couple come into the salon and tell me they have been dating since they were eleven. He asks permission to come into the room because it’s her 1st time and she’s really nervous. When we enter the room, he sits down. As soon as she gets on the table, she orders him to stand up and hold her hand. As I start waxing her, he lovingly rubs her head. After a few minutes, she gives him a threatening look and advises him that he’s messing her hair. He says he’s sorry but explains that he was just trying to comfort her. She says, “I don’t care what you’re trying to do. You’re messing my hair!”