So there I was sitting at the studio, with not much to do, when Keira reminded me we had an appointment with the bank. I reminded her, the appointment was not for another two hours and we had plenty of time.
This was when I was informed of the horror awaiting me at the local salon. "WE are going to have our eyebrows done" she said without stuttering. I politely replied... "I don't think so!" "Honey, there are supposed to be two eyebrows, not one." So with a little protest and much hesitation, I went. How bad could it really be? Women have been getting their eyebrows waxed for ages... not to mention other places on their bodies.
So there I was, laying back in the chair with the technician rubbing a lotion of some type into my eyebrows or I should say eyebrow. This is a real treat for any man! As I closed my eyes in total relaxation and started to drift off. "What the !#$% was that... why would you do that?" I screamed as she ripped the first set of hairs from my face. Keira told me to quit being such a baby and that it does not hurt. What she did not understand was that she has hers done on a regular basis. This was my first time in 36 years meaning that the root system of my hairs had been growing deeper and deeper, wrapping around the bones in my face. So I waited for the blood to start pouring out of the gaping holes where my hair was once embedded. None came, but the second set of hairs were suddenly ripped from their well rooted homes as well. Before I knew what was going on, I looked up at the technician through my watery eyes and told her I was not sticking around for the Brazilian wax! Keira had hers done next without a whimper or even flinching because the root system of her eyebrows were young and far from mature! Never again... I will live with a uni brow. I just hope Keira will let me.