I know it must be weird to go into a new salon and just take your pants off in front of a stranger and hop on a table completely exposed so you can get some pain inflicted upon you. In fact, I can see how this whole scenario involves a lot of trust. Well, you can trust me when I say you are not the hairiest, scariest or smelliest person I have ever worked on. And you can also trust that I will not judge you. I just want to make you bald as efficiently as possible and hopefully keep you distracted enough so that coming back to see me won't be so nerve wracking next time.