That beats my dream, where I was halfway through getting my hair cut, and the gal decided she needed to take a lunch break, and never finished.

And then they started having a special on, er, male waxing, and the whole place was getting crowded with all these guys lying down with just a towel and hi-top tennis shoes on, while I was wandering around with my hair half-cut and looking really dorky. I was trying to tell people that laser is much easier, albeit more expensive, but the people I was talking to kept morphing into other people. And then my clothes disappeared too, but I didn't WANT any waxing, dammit!

And considering there were no screams of agony, I really don't think they were actually doing any waxing in there -- it must've been a coverup for a prostitution ring or something.

Waaah - I want Herc & Iolaus fic dreams!