Drove past the house, then turned around to park across the street…read more
Rang the doorbell, and I hear a pitter patter of feet and the door unlocks. "Come in!" a tiny voice squeaks. I open the door hesitantly. "Do you want to play puzzles? Do you have a husband?" asks an adorable 5 year old boy sprawled on the ground, a pile of puzzles pieces by his side. A 2 year old girl runs out & asks my name. I don't see an adult in sight. I question, "Is your mom here?" as I stand by the front door, feeling like maybe a news crew may suddenly materialize as I stand aghast, like a scene from "To Catch a Predator".
I hear Naheed talking on the phone. She peeps her head out momentarily & disappears around the corner - not before motioning me to follow along. She gestures me to sit in a room with a chair. 12 minutes & $8 dollars later, I'm all done. She talked on the phone with her sister the entire time with the phone tucked under my headrest on speakerphone. As my eyes watered & I cursed to myself, "Mother bitch!" with the pain, I was slightly annoyed. Eh, I'm fine with it, now. But then again, I'm a medical student with some bushy Hermione Granger brows with a budget to keep. Anything looks better than my current situation.
So, check out my photos. My boyfriend did say my right brow looks more arched and thinner than the left brow. Oh hell, now I'll be quizzical. To hell with it, $8, fine with me!
TLDR; eyebrows are good, don't come here for a pampering. You can text the # for an appointment.
