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The Best Laid Plans

You know the hair that grows down the back of your neck? The stuff that you use trimmers to shave away so it doesn't look like the hair from your head is oozing it's way into the collar of your shirt? I hate that. Mine grows so quickly that I would have to trim it every few days to keep a clean neck line. Tonight I had the brilliant idea to wax that hair away. And by "brilliant" I of course mean one of the stupidest, poorly thought out ideas I have ever had. On my first yank I ended up with what appeared to be a carpet on the cloth strip. After the cursing and hopping around the bathroom stopped, it was clear that the density of hair in that area was far more than should be waxed. Of course at that point I'm waxed only one side and my vanity simply can't live with that... After more swearing, hopping, and grunting, my neck is very smooth and I'm guessing once the flaming red color dies down, it'll look pretty sharp. I'd like to say that I'll never do that again, but by the time it needs it again I will probably have forgotten how horrendously painful this was and say to myself, "Hey, I should wax my neck..."