At the behest of my significant other I got a haircut the other day. I do admit that I let myself get shaggy on occasion, but it's more about how little extra time I have nowadays than neglecting my physical appearance. However, I indulged her on her request to avoid looking like Sasquatch and went to the local hair place.
That's when it happened.
Just before completing the hair cut, with razor and comb in hand, the woman performed said hair trimming stuck the comb into my eyebrows and trimmed them down. I know, I know... To many of you this may seem normal. However, I never made such a request.
The implications of this are startling. This now means that, in my rapidly advancing age, my eyebrows are so wildly untamed that they don't even require permission to be cropped. Strangers will soon be coming up to me at the mall with scissors and an apron in hand attempting to weed-whack my brows into submission. No longer am I a eyebrow virgin; my innocent was plucked before I could get in a quick "WAIT!".
I have to admit though... it doesn't look half-bad... :-P
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