The Worst Kind of Torture

Hey, peoples! I'm back! This story is based on a real-life experience (although I wish it wasn't!). Read on to discover what that experience was…

"Hi-ya, Carter!" Colonel O'Neill greeted Major Samantha Carter, who waved back.

"Hey sir!" She didn't stop, but slowed down a little while he caught up to her.

"Did ya have a good weekend?" he asked

She grunted. "Sure. Was pretty boring through, and… no, never mind"

"And what?" he asked suddenly interested

"No, don't worry sir. It's a girl thing."

"Oh" He backed off –his marriage to Sarah had taught him that in most cases 'girl things' were dangerous.

He decided to pursue a different path.

"Watchya doin'?"

"Hm? Oh, I'm going to see Janet"

"Oh." Again, "I'll, um, leave you to it then" As the team had been away for the weekend, he was avoiding the infirmary at all costs, in case of 'big honkin' needles'.

*** In the Infirmary ***

"Hey Sam!" The little doctor greeted her bf with a smile, "How was your weekend?"

"Good, How was yours?"
"Alright, but I was stuck on base. Did you go?"

"Go where?" Playing innocent, Sam brought out the puppy eyes, which don't exactly work when the victim of said eyes is shorter than you

"To the appointment," she said, a hint of irritation in her voice.

"What appointment?" Asked Sam, innocent as ever

"You know what I mean, Sam" Janet was as unaffected as ever by Sam's look.

She sighed in defeat "Yes, I went."

"And?"

"And I'm never going back. EVER!"

The little doctor grinned. "Aw, come on Sam! It wasn't that bad, was it? You've been through worse"

"Uh-uh. The Goa'uld have nothing on this."

Janet rolled her eyes "Oh, please. I get it done every month! And it's not like it's the first time you've been."

"Well, yeah, but I normally just get my eyebrows done! And that hurts enough as it is. I normally just shave everywhere else. I honestly don't know how you survive that every month"

"Sure, sure. Stop exaggerating. Although I would have thought that you of all people wouldn't be so pathetic. I mean, sure, you fight the Goa'uld and save the universe every other week, but when it comes to getting your legs waxed..."

Sam rolled her eyes. "Ha ha, very funny Janet. In the mean time, I think I'll just stick to shaving."

Having had enough of her friend (and her beauty treatments) Sam walked out, nearly bumping into Daniel as he came in.

"Sorry Daniel!" she kept walking

"Hi, Sam…" By the look on his face, Daniel had heard the last part of her and the doctor's conversation. He turned to Janet.

"Were you two talking about what I think you were talking about?" He asked, a look of confusion on his face.

"Don't ask Daniel, just don't ask"

"Uh-huh. Girl thing, right?"

"Yeah"

"You know, I think the Egyptians invented waxing" he added, almost as an afterthought, talking to himself.