Usually, it's the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition that gives that "it's past time" warning to those who had gotten overly comfortable during the winter. The bad news comes in the form of wondering where did those eight extra pounds come from? And also from the realization that dressing warmly during the winter allowed you to be more casual about your grooming.
Megan, fair of skin and red-headed, decided after some encouragement from her friend Tanya to get herself a string bikini and she found she didn't quite "look neat" when she first donned it. Here's a dialogue of what happened:
Megan: "Oh my God, Tanya. I'm all pale and, well, I am showing all this extra hair! What do I do? I can't wear sweatpants to the beach. Maybe this was not a good idea, after all!!!!
Tanya: "Okay, no big deal. Just shave your legs and get a waxing from the spa. Okay? And use lots of sun screen."
So Megan visited the neighborhood spa, but she was still dissatisfied.
Megan: "No it ain't! I put on that skimpy ol' little swimsuit and I still had some excess showing. Seriously, I looked like a Michigan female philosophy major down there! Now shaving your legs was easily accomplished; but dealing with the extra posed a bit of a problem."
Tanya: Oh? How so?
Megan: "Well, I got a Brazilian like you suggested; but the parlor did more like a Uruguayian. And poor little ol' me was all yanked out and sore in some areas. Me, I wish I had gotten a granny bikini instead, or at least an all over shave! The job, to put it candidly, was not a pretty sight.
Okay, here I am, all sore and all, and I decide to neaten things up by using a depilatory. At first, all seemed to go well. So I decided to clean up a few areas that were apparently missed real quick with more depilatory cream. Soon I started to get painfully uncomfortable but thought that I would tough it out and just deal with it. Yeah. Not a good plan. My skin is so sensitive, you know. Very sensitive.
Later that morning my boy friend was driving me to the beach and I thought I was going to die in the car on the way over there. It was, like, a major eruption; no little ol' hissy fit, you see! I was screaming and caterwauling to wake the righteous dead, and then some! I yelled at him to pull the car over to the side of the road!! When we got out of the car I was in so much pain that I took my swimsuit bottom off right then and there, grabbed a Slurpee from the cup holder, and was baptizing my bottom with a Mango Lemonade Slurpee on the side of the road!"
Tanya: "Was it a king size Slurpee, or a regular?" What other kind of dumb question could one ask?
Does degradation come any worse than that? Sometimes strange things do happen on the Redneck Riviera.