So, I ran to the new "spa" right down the street from my house today because I was in desperate need of an eyebrow wax and not a lot of time. Eleven o'clock on a Tuesday morning and all three employees/owners are sitting there with baited breath watching me walk in. So, I tell them what I am wanting and they ask if I want my lip waxed also. I say no, just eyebrows. They say okay, come back here.... As I'm walking back, one of the three ladies says to me: "Where do you get your hair done?" I tell her that I go to a girl that I love and have been going to for about 7 years. She says: "You know, I can make it so that it matches. Your roots are too dark. I can match it better." (Now let me say here that it was a tiny bit difficult understanding everything she said without concentrating real hard...) I'm thinking: did I not just tell you that I am loyal to my hair girl? And, your peer pressure is not going to make me come over. So I go back and sit for the other lady to do my eyebrows. This place doesn't have a table to lay on, you just sit in a high back chair and lean back, but I'm not picky.... I sit down and the lady leans on top of me so much that her hand is on my cheek and constricting my sinus cavity. It brought to mind Cuzco in "The Emperor's New Groove": 'No touchy, noooo touchy...' In the end, it was three dollars more than the place I usually go to that is only three minutes more down the road. Needless to say, I probably won't be going back on a regular basis. It wasn't painful, it's been worse elsewhere, but I could have done without the lap dance. I'm just saying....
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