I have gotten my eyebrows waxed since I was maybe 12. This was about when I realized the hair on my head was too dark to be on the rest of my body and I began to have nightmares of becoming a circus freak, a bearded lady of sorts. This was also when thoughts of the dreaded unibrow filled my head, via my sister, and I attempted to shave in between my eyebrows to solve this problem. This clearly did not end well, and despite my attempts to hide it, everyone noticed that I was missing over half of both of my eyebrows. Bold move on my part.
Since this time, I have probably had them waxed every three weeks. Though I won't attempt the math, and I wholeheartedly believe that math and science skills do NOT always go together, let's just say that I have had my fair share of waxing experiences. Like the daughter in Legally Blonde (Chutney), I KNOW things about waxing by now, and would not make the mistake, like she did, of saying I showered, even though I knew I would have deactivated the ammonium thioglycolate in my perm.
For someone who has had so many waxes in my life, it is completely understandable that after seeing this number on my receipt as a first time user at this salon, I spent the next 20 minutes staring at a mirror, determined to find out that I was, in fact, missing an eyebrow. Or, if not a full eyebrow, perhaps just maybe half of one was gone. I even began to believe that my eyes were playing tricks on me, and slowly pet my eyebrows over and over, as a way of assuring myself that they did actually still exist.
Yes, that bill says $2.20. And yes, I charged it thinking it was going to cost at least $20, and believing that I did not have enough cash on me to pay for the wax and the tip. But, in actuality, the bill was so small that I could have paid it with my change. Sure, I have been to some sketchy "spas" where the wax"er" could not speak English, thank you boarding school, but I have NEVER paid this little. Just to put this price in perspective, the wax was so cheap that when I texted them about it, both my mother and sister were worried my face was now asymmetrical, or completely lacking in the eyebrow department. But, no. Not only do I still have both of my brows, but they actually look GOOD.
My next conclusion is that either this woman miscalculated, put the decimal in the wrong place, or forgot a zero. In this situation, she was probably looking at my one dollar tip and thinking I was the cheapest person alive. I was so worried about this that I slowly gave her the dollar, stayed for her reaction, and made sure she saw how much I gave her for tip. She gracefully said thank you, and I did not feel like she was mad or pissed off at me at all. Either this woman was used to cheap people, or she meant to charge me two DOLLARS and twenty CENTS for this wax.
This realization lead me to the only remaining conclusion that I could have from this experience. This place is the BEST deal in ALL of the U. S. for waxing. People should flock to get their brows done here. For a city where a night with 2 beers costs me more than $25 dollars, this slice of fairness seems unbelievable, but oh so amazing. If only all of the city was so reasonable.
My next mission is to go back again to this place and see if I am charged the same amount. If I am.... I might just have found the equivalent of my heaven.
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