Yesterday morning, a woman came in who I hadn't seen since August. Needless to say, she was very hairy. It was her 46th birthday and her sister brought her in to get a Brazilian. As I was waxing her, she yelled "There's a squirrel in the house!" I couldn't do anything but laugh because the hair on the strip did look like a pelt. When I threw the strip in the garbage, she yelled again."There's a dead squirrel in the garbage!" She was so loud, I could hear her sister laughing in the hallway. My job is so fun!