In a strange twist, one of my other mid-life crisis exhibits (possibly one of the aforementioned exhibits A through D) went a bit wrong. Wrong as in the laser that was making my times with a razor fewer and farther between, ended up burning me. (It was a brand new laser and ended up leaving somewhere in the neighborhood of 30 spots the size of a dime on my legs. Looking like Dax from Deep Space Nine has always been a secret wish of mine (eye roll)).
Anyway I may have permanent scarring on my legs and in order to avoid it, I get to spend the next 8 weeks slathered in Aloe Vera with SaranWrap plastered to my thighs. This means I get to crinkle when I walk, a sound not unlike that of a diaper - which is okay, IF you're a baby but I am 39. Also, sometimes that SaranWrap has a way of snaking down your legs and out the bottom of your pants/skirt/capris. Um, awkward. In the grand scheme of things, this is just a blip on the humility radar. And heaven knows I could always use more humility.
As a P.S. This was my 5th treatment and I hadn't been burned at all before. I'm blaming it on my tan (which sadly, is now doomed to fade as sunlight will only make the burn damage worse) and the fact that the laser was brand new and the technician is still adjusting to it. As long as you don't get any sun, it's probably still worth it.