Several years ago, I experimented with facial waxing at the most inopportune time.
I was about to take my biggest client to New York to meet all of my bond trading partners. It was a huge deal and I wanted to look professional.
So, naturally, I searched high and low for the perfect outfit and waxed the hell out of my upper lip.
Aaaaand, it turns out that while my outfit kicked butt, the lip wax...not so much.
I ended up with inflamed hair follicles which meant that I sported a screaming-red, pimpled mustache on the trading floor. Take that, Wall Street!