I thought that it was a no brainer, the quickest and easiest way to get it done – waxing was going to be my Chicago hair remover of choice.  I’d never had it done before, but the premise seemed simple enough.  I scheduled an appointment with a local salon, and since I was a bit excited to get it done I showed up a little bit early.  There were two people waiting ahead of me so I sat down and started to leaf through a magazine.  I could hear the girl who I assumed was getting waxed in the room down the little hallway and the sounds she was making didn’t make it seem like she was having a whole lot of fun.  When she emerged, I could see the redness around her newly shaped eyebrows and on her upper lip – I immediately started to get a little nervous because I don’t handle pain very well.  When the next girl went back and I heard a lot more of the same, then realized that my turn was probably only moments away I decided that waxing may not be for me after all.  I acted like I was getting a call on my cell phone and made my way to the door to make my escape.  I guess it’s time to find a different method of hair removal, and a new salon.