Beware of the Black Thread!

Last week I went and got my first haircut in Arabic. Ha! That is something everyone should experience. Everyone should have to try to describe, "yeah, gimme a 6 on the sides and the top just long enough to comb" in Arabic. Well it worked out fine. My bangs were a bit long, so in the mornings it looked like I had contracted the 80s "big bangs" disease.
After the haircut he gave me Elvis sideburns. You know the ones that come to a point and look similiar to boots.
Then he said something to me in Arabic that I didn't really understand. He was holding this black thread. I guess my dumb look is very similiar to the Arabic look for, "yeah, go ahead, I don't care" because before I knew it he was on me with this thread. What they do is use this thread to pull out random hairs along your cheeks and eyebrows. They spin this thread along the skin and voila! Instant hair removal. But did I mention the excrusiating pain. It caught me so off guard. I was kicking and screaming and yelling. I was in pain! It was like those experiences in elementary school when the bully would grap your nipple and twist and say, "Whistle and I will let go!" No matter how good you are at whistling your brain is screaming so loud you just can't remember how to whistle. This was the same way. My brain was screaming so loud that I couldn't remember the Arabic word for pain, or stop, or quit, or I hate you, nothing....the only thing I could manage was.....aaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!
Well the little kid next up in the shop died laughing. He literally fell out of his chair laughing at me. He was still laughing as I was leaving. His dad definately had a good time with it as well, but he was a little more understanding. He just shook his head.
So, the moral of this sad tale of whoa is this: stay away from the black thread. Do this and you will live longer and live happier.