My oldest child Jean picked myself and others up Last month and asked myself and others to ride with her.
I wanted to think where he was going & Jean told myself and others he was going to the salon.
I was hoping I could get a haircut while the people I was with and I were there. I ecstatically went along with Jean. I wasn’t expecting this to be a sugar shop. I didn’t even think what a sugar shop was. I asked Jean what the people I was with and I were doing at a place like this? Jean told myself and others that he wanted to get a full-body wax. I couldn’t for the life of myself and others figure out why Jean would go to a sugar shop to get a body wax. I honestly couldn’t figure out why anyone would ever want to get a full-body wax. You had to be some genre of masochist to want to deliberately place yourself in that much pain. When the people I was with and I walked inside, I was a bit put off. I couldn’t estimate the number of men, & guys who were wrapped in towels waiting to get their hair ripped from their bodies. That is exactly what it sounded care about they were doing. I could hear the awful sound of ripping & my child said it was the strips of cloth they used. They would administer a small amount of sugar wax on the skin & venue a piece of cloth on it. The cloth was patted down so it adhered to the hair. It was then ripped off, in the direction the hair grew. I told Jean he was nuts & if this was why he came to the sugar shop, I would wait for Jean in the car.