Thursday, November 18, 2010
Cara de Pau!
I'm starting to think my waxer is mocking me.
I went to the salon to get my feet demasculated, when I decided I should just get my legs waxed too. Nothing turns on a husband more than a painted and de-haired woman.
My waxer, being the gem she is, was available. Of course I'm a glutton for punishment and started up the chit chat. I really shouldn't be allowed to chit chat.
Push came to shove and it came out that I'm an English teacher by profession. Shocker, she's taking a course and has one questions. Just one!
Sure I'll take a look at it. No problem.
Post wax and 10 minutes of free English class later, I'm doing her homework! As we would say in Brazil 'Cara de Pau!'. I think it sounds so much better in English: Penis Face! I'm so mature, I know.
Anyway, I really did attempt to teach her as opposed to doing her homework but she wouldn't have it. I would start to explain, in Portuguese, and she would push the whole 'but what would I write?'. For starters, it's against all the 3 beliefs I have to teach English in Portuguese. Secondly, she isn't my student. I withheld my, 'you are only hurting yourself' speech because it is directly followed by the 'you are not paying me to speak to you in Portuguese' speech. She wasn't paying me at all! Actually, I paid her to rip my hair out and cause me pain only to give her a free mini-class.
Really, it's not a big deal. I didn't mind. But when she pulled a second worksheet out of the chapter I had already helped her finish, I said enough! I promptly did the worksheet with little explanation. Yes, I'm a wuss. So what. She got her homework and I kept my tip. Oh yeah, I kept my R$5 as payment. She actually sat there and waited in an awkward silence, giving me that where's the extra look.
I do not feel awkward that easily. If I did, I'd be living in a closet at this point in my life. When it hit me what she was waiting for, I gave a little wave and went about my ex-pat way.
Nothing in life is free. Not English class and not even a paid wax.