Overthunk

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." -- Outkas