Thursday, November 11, 2010
Sorry, did you say Labia or Apartment for rent?
Waxing chit chat has always weirded me out. It's like a strange social volleyball match, working to keep the the conversation going back and forth while all players attempt to not get anything burnt off.
It's just odd.
Take today, for example. I went in to get my lady parts beautified and ended up talking real estate.
That should be outlawed! No one should have to discuss rising mortgage rates while someone is messing around in between their legs. It was either that or my viewpoint, as a foreigner, on Dilma's win. I chose the lesser of two evils.
I know what you are going to say, why talk at all. Well, that just makes it worse. I end up having flashbacks to my early boyfriends, just waiting for them to finish down there so I can get on with my day. Some memories are best left dormant.
And I won't even begin to imagine what she's thinking. She's working, she's having to be on for the client, and she has to try not to rip anything important off with the hair. I'm sure she was like, "great another foreigner who I have to attempt to understand while de-beastifying."
Of course, she's Brazilian, kinder by nature than us Americans, so I bet it was more like,"oh, a foreigner, I wonder how she likes Rio. I bet we're going to need the spatula for this one."
But this is what society has come to. We are small talkers and uncomfortable in silence.
I will say though, my favorite little chit chat moment today went something like this:
Waxer: "You know how it is, everything in Brazil is just done a little half-assed. I'm finish, is it ok? (pointing to her work)"
Me: " You missed a spot"
Waxer: "See what I mean."