Eyebrow Shaper Loyalty: Does it exist? Is it important?



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.

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"Sorry, Ms. Jackson." -- Outkast

Comments

BrideOfPorkins said…
...She never forgets an eyebrow.
12:57 AM
V said…
BoP: Indeed she doesn't. No quarter.

Dr.KN: True enough!
11:54 PM
Julie said…
I didn't realize there was some kind of loyalty about the waxing - we all dread it! And thats another reason we put it off!! p.s. very funny about the cabbage comment..
1:39 PM
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