Flying Brazilian
‘You don’t mind if Angela does your wax today, do you? She’s new.’ 
There are three times you don’t want a ‘new practitioner’ – childbirth, hairdresser, and beauty therapist.
‘No problem’ I sighed.
I lay down on the bed and started to prepare for the full length leg wax, the Brazilian and eyebrow shaping. The usual deforestation.
Two hours later I was still there.
Now I hasten I do not have forestation of South American jungle proportions. There are no swing bridges, wilderness paths or rope swings, down there.
The girl was nervous so to relax her I started telling her some jokes. Making light of the situation.
‘Then there was the one about the emergency braz,’ I chatted… ‘ and that time I was sooo tired I fell asleep on the bed in the middle of it…’
As she relaxed she sped up. Getting into full swing.
‘Can you just put your hand there please?’
‘There?’
‘Yes, thanks’
Layer wax with spatula, pat down strip. Check to see I’ve taken a deep breath and…..
Strip back…..
With such gusto, the entire cloth strip laden with pubes flew out the open window behind us, and fell down onto the high street laden with shoppers, below.
‘And that’s how you do the Flying Brazilian…’ I said.
SPA WITH TOWELS
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