Today I had some time on my hands and some seriously bushy eyebrows (as I was kindly reminded the other night). Instead of going to my usual waxing joint, I decided I'd go to someplace a little closer. I was running errands and I saw a sign for waxing. I figured I would pop in there instead of driving across town to my usual place.
The sign said walk-ins welcome and I was hoping I could just run in quickly, get the brows ripped, trimmed and tweezed into shape and be on my merry way.
I walked in and I was greeted by what I can only assume was the owner. "Hello. How can I help you?"
"Hello," I replied. "I'd like to get my eyebrows waxed please." The man looked me up and down thoroughly. He took in my caterpillar-like eyebrows and nodded in agreement.
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