The other day I went to get my eyebrows waxed.
The lady waxing them was not my usual lady. She seemed nice enough. Until she got close in to apply the wax and do what these sadists normally do. SHE HAD THE WORST BREATH I have ever smelled. I think her teeth were rotting right out of her head, or she ate a pile of cat shit for lunch.
It was awful.
This is not some hole in the ground place I go to either, that perhaps hired some homeless, ex-prostitute to do the waxing. It's a "you pay way to much and why is it necessary to drink mimosas while you get waxed?" kinda place.
I was appalled.
I should of said something, but I ran out of there as fast as I could.

Maybe I should send in a tube of toothpaste or some mouthwash, or even a business card to a dentist. It was downright nasty.

Yup. An esthetician with severe halitosis gets me to blog again. Life has a funny way of working doesn't it?