Meanwhile, I just had the most interesting but disrespectful conversation.
This guy just stopped me and handed me a business card. He struck me as someone marketing beauty products, so I didn’t really look at the details of the card.
Instead offering me the card and going about his merry way, dude decided he needed to empty his mind by telling me how much my eyebrows were a bother to him.
I’m certain all the weirdos in this town go after me alone.
Dude: you need to come let me shave your eyebrows.
Dude: Yes, you need to come let me shave your eyebrows, they look out of place and they need to be done.
Dude: (In his Jamaican accent) See this picture? Your eye brows need to look like this. It nuh pretty just so, you need to fix it up.
Thanks to the slight headache I have currently and the hunger I’m facing, I didn’t get to dish out a piece of my mind. I simply just laughed and walked away.
Who says my eyesbrows have to look like everyone else’? Am I less of a lady if I don’t subject my eyebrows to period shaves?
Oh wait! I know what it is.
These out of place and not-pretty brows of mine are the reason the Nigerian husband hasn’t shown up! No, they are the reason sugar is too darn expensive.
It’s not his fault, I should have told him I made decision at the beginning of the year not to shave my brows. I decided to let them bloom just to see how far I can stand them.
Bushy or not, I’m still hungry and my head still hurts and Mr. Eye Brow is still on the streets trying to see whose brows he can scape.
Oh, for those in the Virgin Islands, I’m posting a picture of his business card in case you need your brows “fixed.”
I’m home now, I’m off to fry me some potatoes.