The price of beauty

Today I went for the most painful facial ever... The beautician tactless way of handling my face made me doubt if she is really a trained beautician ... It is quite dubious as she was wearing the centre t-shirt instead of the uniform usually don by the beauticians .. the way she is dressed and her immense strength in squeezing my blackhead makes her feel more like a masseur ....

It was a free facial which I won in a lucky draw ... But what I've got is free pain, a red nose, red chin and a long psycho session to sign up for another facial package.

Sheer torture.