How you know to come here?

Wild hair. No pun intended. I’ve wanted a way to feel sexier and I’ve tried the shaving method, but my Queen Victoria is quite sensitive and razor burn is inevitable. Also, taking into account that I rarely do anything without the penguin, answering the question of “what are you doing?” while trying to delicately maneuver a razor just isn’t that practical nor does it ooze sexiness . So, I had some extra time on my hands today and due to an unexpected bonus I decided to treat myself (and my husband) to my first “wax “. Yes! That wax!! Now, being in small town America limits the availability of who does this sort of thing. No fancy spas here. Nope. It’s a one stop stereotypical “nail” salon owned and worked by a family of Asian descent . As I’ve sat I’m the pedicure chair having my back pummeled by the automatic “massage” chair I have noticed a steady stream of men and women coming and going to the “wax” room as if they have a standing appointment . So, of course this is where I boldly went in today and asked was there an appointment available for a wax. In the foreign tongue that they speak to one another the front end girl (Laura ) called to the back to Rose…the waxer. I was lead to THE room and without even asking what “style” I wanted , was instructed to take my pants all the way off so I was able to spread my legs better. Okay. So, this is how it’s done. On one hand I’m relieved that we’ve skipped the awkward conversation and at the same time kind if shocked that it’s assumed I want the bare treatment. I am now in position and through her mask Rose ask “how you know to come here ?”. I’m kind of hesitant in answering. Running through my mind are scenarios like this is a “club” and obviously I’ve not been invited . If I don’t give the right name, what will my previous Queen look like? I blow the question off with a generic answer of “I’ve seen others come back here when I’ve been in for a pedicure”. So, the hot wax is applied and the ripping begins and again the question, “how you know to come here?” All I can think of is the 90210 episode where they are trying to get into some underground party. The story is you are supposed to stop at a convenience store and ask for an egg. That’s the code word for the directions. Of course Andrea and Steve stopped at the wrong store and the clerk had no clue about an egg. So, I’m wondering, is this my egg moment? Was there a code word I needed and clearly don’t have? This time I answer that I’ve tried shaving but wanted to try waxing and my husband had been gone for ten days but was returning tomorrow. This satisfied her. She asked no more. She was giddy and excited at how “easy” I was to wax even though it was “first time”. Um, thanks? She even rubbed a little spot and said , “this usually bad, you do very good “, and I felt like she was proud if my waxing Queen. So, I sat up started to get dressed and she asked if there was anything else? “Do you do legs ?” …..
$100 later I am smooth from the waist down. Best money I’ve spent in awhile. Now, I am in the club.