Mexican Hairless
Ok, so I’m not Mexican, but I’m relatively hairless tonight. Shaved the legs (well, half-way since I’ll have to wear the short pants to baseball tomorrow night and I was too effing lazy to do the rest), and I had another “layzer” treatment tonight.
When I signed up for this laser thing, they told me to sign up for 6 treatments. Tonight I was signing off on the official ‘sign-off that you know you could perhaps get burnt or scarred or have something really bad happen to you as a result of the laser treatment and we’re not at all responsible for it, so suck it up big boy’ sheet, and realized it was the fifth treatment.
I thought, “hey, great! I only have to pay for tonight and one more treatment and I’m done!”, so I was pretty ecstatic.
And since my beard is long gone – since the first treatment but I’m committed by contract for 5 more treatments – I pushed it today and asked her to focus on the moustachal area, and she did.
As I was paying, she said something about the next time, and slowly working into different areas (like my Fu Manchu) and I mentioned that there was only one treatment left. She responded that, “oh no, that’s not necessarily the last one, you can keep doing this as long as you need to”.
Well, hey! I hadn’t intended for this to be a lifetime experience. Oh she started laser treatment when she was almost 50 and just couldn’t give it up. She became a laserholic. Nothing could keep her away from that laser, and because she was such a good customer, after 10 years she got the gold, lifetime membership award. All she had to do was stay hairless within 5 hairs, and she’d never have to pay again.
This time they didn’t offer me a glass of wine. WTF? Not that I ever take it, but at least offer it to me why doncha?
So I got home just as my honey was going out to dinner with his son again… Mondays, Wednesdays, Saturdays. I don’t know if I’d want to see my own kids that much. Oh of course I would, I’m just kidding. Really. No, I mean it.
I had some salad for dinner and now I’m just getting my stuff ready for our final baseball game tomorrow night. The good thing is that our office is closed this Friday, so I can stay out late and go for team beers and drink myself silly tomorrow night if I damned well feel like it. Watch, nobody’ll feel like going for team beers.
On Friday, if my honey takes the day off work with me, I’m gonna get laid. Plans fell through the other day, so I’ve gotta make some time for my special someone ← ook, imagine people really talk like that.
So now I’m off to see if there’s anything on TV, and, if not, I’m just gonna watch some of our taped Judge Judy episodes. There’s nothing quite so amusing as a good Judge Judy. Actually, last night we saw someone tell her that she sucked (someone who lost his case, of course). I figure it was pretty lucky he was on his way out the door before Judge Judy threw him in the lock-up for contempt. Oh, I love Judge Judy.
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