A Laugh At My Expense

Last Wednesday night, I posted a status about a conversation with my mom that made me laugh so hard that I almost wrecked. Yesterday, as the congregation sang the song that sparked the conversation, I looked at Mom and smiled. We both understood the others’ smile. We both allowed our spirits to soar.

Sometimes it’s the simple things in life that matter the most—
The little things that make a big difference—
The smiles and laughter that propel our bodies through our days.

And so, dear friends, I post tonight’s note in hopes of making you laugh—solely at my expense!

On Friday afternoon, a friend and I went to get pedicures. While sitting in the pedicure chair, I did the same thing that I did over Spring Break: I decided to get my legs waxed.

Since that Spring Break adventure, I’d had my legs waxed two more times. Each time, I’d been taken into the official wax room and asked to lie on the waxing table so that the wax technician (not sure what else to call her) could do her job. First the back of my legs. Then the front. Then the feet. Then the tweezing of stray hair—especially on the feet and knees.

Though at a different nail place on Friday, I fully expected to go through the same process. I was wrong.

Instead of being taken into the official wax room, I was asked to return to my pedicure chair. The wax technician then brought out a sheet and a trash bag and placed them over the foot basin. A few minutes later, she brought out all of her waxing equipment…and then…rip!

Right there in front of God and everyone, the wax technician waxed my legs!

The ladies sitting beside me watched in both fascination and horror. They asked a lot of questions, and we discussed the pros and cons of leg-waxing. They all determined that it would hurt too much to get theirs done.

Meanwhile, I sat there trying not cringe too badly with every rip…and I twisted myself into some really odd sitting positions while trying to position my legs so that the wax technician could reach them. I didn’t realize I needed to stretch before having my lower legs waxed!

Meanwhile still, my friend sat across the room with her toes under the dryer and just laughed at me.

I’m happy to report that three days later, my legs are still silky smooth. But folks: I’m glad that I’m not overly self-conscious about my non-waxed legs because, well, they were on display for all the world to see on Friday…becoming non-hairy…one…rip…at a time.

Go and laugh. And cringe. You know you want to :-).