Stop giving me Lip, Lady!!

In order to fully appreciate this post, please view the following video before proceeding to the narrative below:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SsWrY77o77o

I woke up this morning with two goals on my mind:
a) go to the gym before noon
b) get my eyebrows waxed

I know, I dream big. (Reach for the Stars!)

So, after leaving the gym, tired and maybe a little bit malodorous (my mom doesn't think it proper for a single girl to talk about being smelly after the gym, so I'll cover it up with a fancy word!), I walked across the street to the "Town Nail and Salon"

Living in Boston, everything is pretty ridiculously expensive, however, up to this point I had been able to escape the $30 charge for 2 tablespoons of hot wax being smeared over my face and a few hairs removed, instead paying only $12. What did I sacrifice for paying so little for services rendered? you'll see.
So, I walk into the Town Nail, where most of the workers there were Vietnamese. I don't say this as a racial blanket statement, but I have a few Vietnamese patients and I now recognize the language. So I walk in, with my malodorous-self and crazy 'brows and say politely,
"I'd like an eyebrow wax please", in which the woman responded "2 minute ok?"

"sure, no problem"

Fast service they were and less than 2 minutes later I was following the young woman back to the "waxing room" where a previous customer had just exited. Let me describe this "waxing room" for you:
Imagine a room, about 8 feet by 8 feet, with a home depot-esque fluorescent light hanging from the ceiling, a table with one pillow that looks like it came from my old baby sitter's 1980's living room, and one piece of long paper (you know like it doctor's offices) that ran the length of the table. And yes, it was the same piece of paper that was used with the previous customer, wrinkles and all. All in all, it looked like a place where women in the 1940's would go for secret abortions. I kid you not.

We walk in, and standing a foot away from me, under the fluorescent home depot lighting, she says "what you want?"

"I'd like an eyebrow wax, but I'd like them just to be cleaned up. I like the size they are" followed by

"You want lip too?"

"uh... no, just an eyebrow wax"

"Why you no want lip? You look real pretty with lip."

"Not today, I'd just like the eyebrows done please."

I lay down on the already-crinkled paper, cringing as I have a mental picture of some other human being lying in that exact same spot just seconds before me.

She begins to wipe the hot wax on my forehead, how she can even find my face is incredible, seeing as she is physically blocking the only light in the whole room.

"Why you not want lip? We do lip real good."

"Well, I just don't thanks"

At this point, I'm just trying to be polite and wanting to get out as fast as I can.

RRRRiiipppppp. Yeah, don't worry about being gentle lady, it's just my hair follicles your maliciously ripping out.

"Why you not want lip? When you go out at night...."

Yeah I can't finish the sentence because at that point she lost me. Literally and figuratively. She lost my business because even after I said "no lip" she continued to hound me about it like I was a 72-year-old, post-menopausal dark-haired woman, and literally because at that point I could no longer understand a word she said. I know she was speaking English, but her accent made it nearly impossible to follow. Plus in my head I was visualizing my upper lip. I see it every day in the mirror, under the bathroom lights and I know there was nothing there this morning!

She finally finished ripping my face off, in which I quickly exited, taking my non-hairy blond lip with me.

Moral of the story: Don't give lip to anyone, especially if they've got hot wax in their hand.