Peace and mung beans...

So, I’m at work, bored as hell and rooting around in my handbag for my lipstick. Yes, there was work to do but this was a lordy-when-will-the-day-end moment. I’m a temp. We’re like hookers. You pay us but we don’t necessarily do everything you want. Anyway I pulled out my lippy and the compact mirror. I flicked open the mirror and looked at myself…actually, my upper lip. Mien Gott! When did a forest of hair suddenly sprout above my lip? It wasn’t there yesterday. I contemplated global warming, the testosterone in the air, man’s inhumanity to man and stuff like that. In the end it came down to the hair was there and it was 10am and I had no wax strips. I can tell you, from previous experience that sticky tape doesn’t work on your upper lip. Oh sure, stick it on and yank it off fast. The result? Zip. I looked at the scissors. No, not enough foliage for that. Jeez Louise. Could I go home sick? Possibly. My time-sheet is signed by someone else in another office that has no idea what I do and I like that...

In the end, as I cleared up half a dozen pieces of used sticky tape sans hair, I decided to treat the whole thing Zen-like….the hair is not there. The universe sees nothing. Love is all around. Bunny rabbits play with kitty-cats and the sun shines down on you in benevolence. Peace and mung beans to you…

The second I got home? Wax. Rip. Ahhh....