My Waxer, The Sadistic Comic

The only positive thing I get out of going to get waxed every month is seeing Angela, my Russian waxer. She's friendly, easy to talk to, and in a way, less painful than going to see a therapist. (Yes, messed up, I know). She also has quite a way of making her point:

"I really enjoy my job because I get to spend time with such nice girls, and get to talk about nothing. It's so much easier than maintaining real friendships. With real friends, there is so much drama. With me and you, it's all nice and light. You don't hurt me, I don't hurt you —" she stops, smirks and YANK, "Well... emotionally."