I went to Trader Joe's on Sunday for some groceries. The cashier asked me what I was planning to do for the day. I told her I was writing a book and planned to work on it. She asked me if it was my first book. I told her I wrote 3 non-fiction books about my bizarre career and now I'm writing a smutty romance series. She immediately acted like she knew who I was. She said "You're M.E.?" I said yes. She told me a lot of her friends got waxed by me and she heard I was really funny. I told her I waxed vaginas for a living; you have to have a sense of humor. That's why I started writing in the first place.