I went into town for the last of 10 prepaid face-laserings this afternoon. Got an even more cursory treatment than usual from a new girl more intent on thoroughly dealing with her chewing gum than my face.
I said I was happy with results so far, and mainly concerned now with the (still quite blue) beer froth zone around my lips.
She worked a rather eccentric path around my neck, diligently chewing all the while, and quickly pronounced me done.
When I pointed out that she had stayed well clear of the region that I'd particularly wanted her to focus on, she apologised and quickly administered a few cursory blasts, but far fewer than I was used to.
Back out at the counter staffed by a clump of four or five more ardent gum-chewers, I was asked if I wanted to make another appointment, and braced myself for an upselling. But on telling them that this was the last episode of the current series, they seemed reluctant to renew the show for another year.