Wax on wax off

I think I realized last night that I might be a closet sadist. Ok fine, I realized it before last night. I may have realized it when I did my first wax a few months back. Here's the bottom line: I LOVE waxing people.

That said, we don't do any intimate waxing, but eyebrows, legs, and arms, I am ALL for it! There's something extremely therapeutic for me to sit someone down in a dimly lit room, speak to them in a calm and soothing manner, apply hot wax to their skin, and then rip it off with a triumphant "HA!"

So I don't really shout HA when I rip the strip off, but seriously, what better way than to work out some angst than ripping hair off someone and getting paid for it? I know it's probably horrible, but I love it. I now officially feel like a creeper!