Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Raising eyebrows

Today I am working from home, so I ran to get my eyebrows
waxed at Queen Nails. The gal there is SO good, and it’s like $8. Sweet. I
should mention that I’ve neglected this task so long that my eyebrows are
trying to connect not only to each other, but to my hairline. But I digress.

So I go in, and they make me wait. I wait and read trashy
magazines, finally it’s my turn. I can almost feel those ugly mid-life hairs
being ripped out of my face. I lay on the table and she applies the wax above
one eyebrow when someone knocks on the waxing room door. She leaves me there
dying to touch the wax now cooling over my eyebrow. No matter, in about 10 minutes I’ll leave
with just two eyebrows and no longer a candidate to play the part of Sasquatch
in a made for TV movie.

But when she returns she looks right at me and says, “I can’t
wax your eybrows”. Her accent is thick, surely she is wrong. She CAN wax my
eyebrows, in fact she’s already started.

"Nooooo" she says, "I can't. Can you come back later?"

Later? And shall I wear this strip of yellow wax over one eyebrow until then? It is a windy day, perhaps my WFH baseball cap will stay on better with the wax. Wait! NO. She is not doing this to me.

She pulls off the wax (and hair) and shuffles me to the main room. Now I'm mad. She has some excuse about an inspection of some sort, but it doesn't matter- she's removed about 1/8th of the fur and I am ticked.

I told her I won't have time to come back, not to mention I already waited a long time. She apologetically tells me I can come back another day.

I walk out absolutely befuddled. Has anyone ever had such a thing happen? I guess you get what you pay for...