Beauty is pain

As I entered my electrolygist's office today, a woman repositioned herself on the couch so that her back was to me. I stashed my bag in a corner, walked across the room to a mirror, and began applying numbing cream above my lip. The woman stood up, gathered her things, and took a tissue from the empty receptionist's desk. As she wiped a similar looking white cream off of the area above her lip, she looked at me and said, "The things we do for beauty."

"At least this makes it hurt less," I replied.