by Jeremy Power
When Jeremy’s girlfriend suggested he get his back waxed, he laughed, then realized she wasn’t joking. The day of the appointment, he updated his will and wore his loosest-fitting hoodie, whispering goodbye to his dignity in the rearview mirror. At the Wax Center, he was greeted by Latitia, who had the calming energy of a yoga instructor and the wit of a stand-up comic. “Don’t worry, sugar,” she said, snapping on gloves, “I’ve waxed more hairy backs than a 70s disco club.” Thirty minutes, twelve yelps, and one inspirational pep talk later, Jeremy emerged feeling smooth, proud, and oddly empowered. He still flinched whenever someone said “rip,” but he booked a follow-up anyway—Latitia had that effect.
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Jeremy Power usually writes fiction, but made an exception this time. He lives in New Haven, Connecticut.