Saturday, January 30, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
I get them done all over town. I don't just have one person I rely on. I traverse the entire city every work day, so when I need my eyebrows waxed, I just stop whereever I'm closest.
So today I go to my local place and the lady who works there, after shoving the remainder of some cabbage-based delicacy (I know because I could smell it on her hands) (and the weird thing is, I ate a cabbage-based delicacy for dinner later on) into her mouth, came out from the back. "Just eyebrows," I cheerfully informed her.
She looked me over, made some conversation, asked me if I was off today, and doing errands, and then I found out why her eyes were narrowed a bit as she spoke to me.
"It's been a long time," she said.
"Yes, it has," I said.
Was I cheating on my local eyebrow waxing lady? Because I think she thought I was.
If nothing else, it explains why her cleanup tweezing is so damn painful.
"Sorry, Ms. Jackson." -- Outkast