Dying a slow death....

ok, I know some of you read about a month ago the pain that I endured when I was told (conned) by my sister about getting my eyebrows threaded... well, Ladies and Gents, I have made a follow up visit... I am convinced that the Indian ladies at Henna Salon are out to torture me... I'm sure they are not out to torture anyone else as it appears women have returned several times to have this done... I'm thinking now, twice is my LIMIT! There is only so much pain I can endure. I think I described the last visit as a round of ammunition being fired off into my eyebrows at a pace of a machine gun (if not, I should have) well, I think I got a mentally challanged Indian woman this time...like maybe she flunked out of the threading class and they felt sorry for her and passed her anyway just to torture the white women that come in... she picked me out of the crowd and said next...I should have known... Oh wait, before I continue this story, I want to tell you that I called both my sister and Steve to get some moral support before I got there. Steve was in a meeting so I got none from him...Do you know what I got from my sister??? "Well, don't cry this time..." don't cry??? Lets put it this way, I walked out with not 1 but 2 kleenix this time... and they are just about soaked...
Anyway, on to the torture... this mentally slow woman threaded 1, yes, that is 1 hair a time... the other women they go at an incredibly fast pace (remember ping, ping, ping ping ping) this one, it was more like ping, reload the gun, ping, reload the gun, ping ping, wipe my tears, reload the gun, ping.... Her face is engrained into my memory...next time she calls me, I am going to say pass... I would rather get shot down by machine guns any day than the bbgun and reload that I had to endure today.... Don't laugh at me...go get yours done and let me know how the heck you feel!!!