Let me back up for a moment and say I have been guilty of neglecting certain areas of beautification. I dislike paying $10.00 to have my eyebrows waxed when David can get his whole head of hair cut for $10.00. So my bushy eyebrows and I are at the mall with Jennifer.
My sister, excitement all over her face begins herding me toward the Arab Indian women that "String" your eyebrows. My first thought was to run, but I could tell from the look of delight in trickery on Jennifer's face I was not leaving with the fuzzy caterpillars that have become my eyebrows. A few things immediately crossed my mind. How hygienic is it if they have the dental floss looking string between their teeth? How much is this going to hurt? Most important I was wondering why the woman waiting to "string " my eyebrows had bushy eyebrows herself.
I was a good sport. I sat in the chair, leaned my head back , then I was informed I would need to pull my eyebrow TIGHT. evidently if you make your eyebrow wider they can more cleanly and efficiently remove hair one painful row at a time. I felt the string touch my face and then a feeling I did not expect. It felt a lot like sandpaper. For women like Jennifer who maintain their look, it is uncomfortable, but not painful. For people like me it felt as though she was using a tiny sander and ripping the hair out at the root. I began to twitch and whine. My eye began to water. I could feel the long hairs falling all over my face. It felt more like a haircut than eyebrow trimming. I began to wonder if we needed to call Locks Of Love. At the height of my agony I hear my sister giggling evilly and saying, "happy birthday Gina". To add insult to injury some guy comes over and starts to hit on my sister in the middle of the process. They are standing over me watching and discussing the procedure. Jennifer informed me the woman across from me was not kicking her feet or whining or crying. When the woman stood up she had 2 tissues in her hand and was dabbing the tears from her eyes. Payback is a beautiful thing.
The Arab Indian woman talks Jennifer into "stringing" her eyebrows even though she had just recently had them done. As soon as she sits down in the chair to begin her procedure I turn in to a carnival caller. I am flagging people over. We are watching and discussing. At one point, Jennifer opened her eyes and I had at least ten people standing over her watching. What could be more awkward than laying back in a barber chair, eyes closed, having your eyebrows removed with a string hanging out of some womans mouth, than to add an audience gawking.
All in All it was a great day in Tyler, but really wasn't Chewbacca cute in his own way?