My New Hobby
My beloved co-worker Nancy's hairdresser wasn't feeling well last week and somehow managed to wax Nancy's right eyebrow out of existence. And that's the side Miss Nancy parts her hair on. Little known fact, Gentle Audience: Like a any good simian, I am big on grooming other people. (We will NOT speak about the state of my own hair or hygiene) Notorious for carrying around a surprising quantity of face paint, there is nothing I like more than whipping out the hairspray on an unsuspecting co-worker and patting down their flyaways. So there's Nancita's sitting there in my office unevenly waxed, a whole empty forehead waiting for Leiderhosen to spring into action. Like a 8th grade delinquent with a can of spray paint, I am on her like white on rice. And the trouble begins. Five minutes and three products later her face is even better than it was, even when she did have a matching set of brows. I have been at touch up duty for almost two weeks now and can do a r...