Not really, because my entire life I have had extremely thin eyebrows, so much so that it’s not too difficult to extrapolate into imagining me without them at all.
However, this takes me back to an incident that occurred aboard ship when I was in the Marines and my unit was on WestPac (Western Pacific Deployment). We were steaming from Australia to Diego Garcia (look it up) when a man in my platoon was diagnosed as having head lice. The danger was that if not checked, it could theoretically spread throughout the whole ship, over 3,000 men.
The docs (US Navy corpsmen) has him strip his rack (bed) down to the metal frame, which he had to scrub for an hour and all its surrounding areas. The mattress, sheets, pillow, pillowcase, and blankets were all tossed into the ship’s incinerator, along with every piece of headgear that he had in his possession. Prior to any of that happening, they took him to sickbay, shaved every iota of hair from his head, to include his eyebrows. (Ok, not every single iota, because he got to keep his eyelashes.) When he returned to the berthing area after being sheared like a sheep, he looked like a little old lady of about 70 years old. It took about two months for him to look normal again. That memory etched itself in my brain and is often replayed when I see what some women are doing to themselves in the destruction of their eyebrows.
Not a pretty sight at all.
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Come here, please, Spunky Senior. I am ready for you.
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I commiserate with you, mine aren’t diminishing, they’ve never been there to begin with. I haven’t yet needed the pencil, but when I do, would you mind if I stopped by your place every morning so that you can touch me up? Thanks!
Oh, it’s like that, is it? One breakfast order, coming right up!
(Wait, is that daily?)
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