I had the most professional intentions coming to work this morning. I began the day with apple-herb tea at my office desk, sifting through this week’s OK! magazine in search of our recent print ad, a campaign I manage. Making my way to the back of the magazine where our ad is placed, I quietly detoured for the Brad Pitt interview and a photo montage of Kim Kardashians bachelorette parties (all 17 of them)! But all my professionlism came to a screeching halt when I flipped a page and discovered two free samples of wax strips that read “Wax virgin?”!!! Seriously?!! You talkin’ to me??? Pssshhh, I’ll show them who’s NOT a virgin in anything. I just couldn’t freakin’ resist…
My legs were shaven, my armpits are lasered, so I went for the next appropriate body part – gotta keep it classy in the office – my arms. I called over our ad trafficker, the lovely Anat, and said, “Yalla, let’s test these bad boys!”
Anat, a loyal colleague, doesn’t hesitate for a second, absorbs my psychoses like sugar in warm water, and walks over to apply her whizzy wax skills!!
BAMM!!!!! Wax virgin no longer!!