Plucked Over

                                    

Before we left on vacation,  I scheduled an appointment to get beach ready from head to toe. I couldn't get into my regular nail salon, so I went to another place that I hadn't been to in a while. The first order of business was an eyebrow wax. I was shown to a dark lit room where I waited momentarily for the technician.

I was surprised when two women walked in. I didn't think that my eyebrows were that unruly. I was told that it would be faster if they both worked on me. I recognized one of the women, but she didn't seem to remember me, and they weren't big on small talk. Besides, I was quite concerned that this was some crazy competition. What if one decided to go Edward Scissorhands on one eyebrow, and they didn't match?  I had a long road ahead of me, as this was only the first stop before we reached the underpass on the way to the pedicure.

I was relieved when they handed me the mirror. I still had both of my eyebrows, and I didn't look like Two-Face from Batman. They turned around while I undressed for a bikini wax. I could have sworn I heard thunder and lightning as I nervously blurted out instructions, " Nothing fancy. Just a little spring cleaning."

While I was stretched out on the table in my bloomers, I had a lot to think about as they were warming up the wax. Did I seriously still need two people for this? Was one there in case the other had a heart attack, and had to take over?  Since everyone was in the room with me, who was minding the store? There was a plate of candy at the front desk, and there had better be some left after all this. 

When they were ready to begin the head technician moved in for a brief glance to survey the area. Finally, she spoke, "Now I remember you."