"You want I do your lip? The hair is long!" (now say it again with her Vietnamese accent)
At this point I'm thanking God that we're in a closet of a back room where no one else can hear.
"It's $5 dolla."
I stopped to ponder the extra. (At this point I've already treated myself to nails & eyebrows.) When she was done torturing my forehead region she hands me mirror where I scrutinize my lip. I don't see anything there. But my eyes and brain are not agreeing. In my brain I hear "The hair is long the hair is long the hair is LONG!!" I am seeing flashbacks of women I know who sport nice dark staches. And I close my eyes and ....
"Please do the lip too."
She happily starts going to town. Swipe wax. Riiiip. Stop to examine the hairy strip and shake her head. As the voice in my head agrees with her "SEE. It WAS long!!"
At least now I won't be spending every waking momenet agonizing over whether or not everyone is staring at my long lip hair while we are talking....