This morning I woke up feeling like I was hit by a bus. Funny thing, the bus was a cute, 115 pound black girl with a coarse, dense, and resistant Afro between her legs. But that wasn't the biggest problem. She seemed to think that waxing was a contact sport. Holding down a squirming body while trying to effectively rip off her pubic hair was not a good time. But I did it. I won this wrestling match.