Greg: Billy, I don't really know how to describe what I saw you doing the other day. It was curious, intriguing and something that looked like it could lead to some third degree burns.

Billy: So you caught me either rehearsing my fire-breathing act for the Kiss tribute band OR being, um, ear candled. If it's the second, no need to worry about burns – it was actually a pleasure. Nothing says 'sweet relief' like candling ... especially when you've got swimmer's ear.

Greg: Hmm, and you got this done at our neighbor's office? I always thought that massage therapists like Sherill Laffey, owner of REVIVE, only kneaded, pulled and pushed your muscles until you fell through their massage table.

Billy: Right. And we love to be turned into taffy like that. But Sherill's powers go beyond magic massage fingers. I stumbled in – off balance from having my ears clogged with chlorine and unable to hear. Sherill suggested candles. To which I said, "WHAT??? SPEAK UP!!!" Now, at which point did you come in – and why were you spying on me?

Greg: You forget! You were the one who couldn't hear! My hearing was fine. Not only that, your ear problems caused you to shout. I walked in to see Sherrill holding a special 10-inch candle in your ear with the top burning. It looked like one of those oversized pencils we all had as kids. Except it was in your ear and it was on fire.

Billy: Wow, I was a genuine hunka hunka burnin' ear wax, huh? I wouldn't know. I kept my eyes closed and listened to the crackle as the flame created a vacuum that sucked out the pool water ... along with a little pile of wax that I swear looked just like the profile of Steve Jobs. It worked a whole lot better than dropping rubbing alcohol down the ol' canal, as my swimming coach always advised. And, like I said, I got a souvenir. How are your ears, pal?

Greg: Oh, mine are fine, but now I know what to do when they aren't. See Sherrill at REVIVE!