My breasts have killed many an unwary PACRer. Killed 'em good.
An excellent point you make about the waiting room -- it's NOT a bad place to be. And true, those closest to me ARE seeing *everything*, not just the palm trees and the hand-loomed rugs. They see maid service scrubbing toilets, the ugly pool boys flashing crack every time they bend over to fish a forgotten bikini off of the swim-up bar, the piles of drunken-reveler-soiled linens.
All sales *are* final. You will relinquish your free handmilled organic soaps and shampoos and proceed to the Big Black Door Of No Return.