Minding my own business I purchased some new leghair removal technology. Basically a très butch mini belt sander. As I unpackaged it I was talking to Laura who instructed me to return it - IMMEDIATELY. I didn't heed her advice and, whilst talking to her, ran the thing over my legs in floating circular motions, like the sheet of paper said. No pain, I said. Well, half an hour later there was no hair on my legs and my skin cells (and maybe hair cells) - and a hot dull pain - were floating through the air of the room, setting everywhere. A forensic scientist's wet dream.
I met a hippie pal out for drinks later. When I told him about the belt sander he stared at me with pure incomprehension. Hippies and power tools do not mix.
Electric Love.