I don’t know if you’ve ever gotten a bikini wax, but if you have, you know what a vulnerable position you’re in. It’s similar to a visit to the gynecologist, but slightly more painful (depending on your waxer). Guys – I don’t know what to compare it to for you.
The point is this: you are vulnerable. Naked from the waist down and flat on your back.
When I first started getting waxes, I avoided eye contact with my waxer and gritted my teeth against the ripping.
As I got more comfortable with my current DC waxer, we started chatting – about the weather, weekend plans, engagements, etc. We covered it all.
But yesterday we crossed a new line. Yesterday we delved into American civics.
She’s taking the citizenship test in March and showed me the book she’d been studying from. As I flipped the pages – while flat on my back, mind you – she said, “Go ahead! Ask me anything!“
So, from my slightly awkward vantage point, I asked, “How many years do we elect U.S. senators for?” *riiiiiiip* “Six!”
“And how many senators are there?”
*riiiiiiiiip* “100! Two for every state.”
“And who’s the Chief Justice of the United States right now?”
*riiiiip* *riiiiip* *riiipriiip*
When she didn’t know the answer, there were clearly far more rips between responses.
But every time I stopped asking and focused more on the hair being yanked from my body, she urged me on. “Ask me another one! Ask me more!”
Never have I ever had such an educational waxing.
And never will I forget that John Roberts is the current Chief Justice.
Though I will probably always think of his name surrounded by *riiiiiiiiiiiip* from here on out.