A little while back, I wrote about how I was offended when a hairdresser asked to "take care" of my eyebrows.
You can go back and read it, but if you decide not to, all you need to know is that, bushy as they may be, I sure as hell wasn't about to let anyone trim them.
Until the other day.
|Unlike beer, I'm always ready for another slice the next morning.|
A few steps later, my feet stopped walking.
My brain kept telling me, "No, no! It's a salon! It is for women! This isn't natural!"