I have no eyebrows. But it is not my fault.
Well, I should be correct and say that I have half, more or less, of one eyebrow.
The smaller half.
My eyelashes are still lovely though. And I do enjoy their long thickness.
I have become more comfortable through the years with missing eyebrows since, after all, it’s the heart of a person that matters. And sometimes it’s fun too, to put on a sock cap and play tricks on people.
Tell them I am going through Chemo. I watch their eyes get big and wide.
“"REALLY?"” they say.
“"Yah, but not really though,"” I say as I shake my head up and down.
Then they get mad and smack me, but it’s still grand fun.
It stopped being fun as soon as I actually had to go through Chemo.
I did not think I was quite as cute then. Though it still seemed only fair to play a trick since it was a dirty trick that generally has them missing in the first place.
I have this thought see, that people in manufacturing, bored as they might be, like to do things. Little tricks they play on people that buy their stuff.
And then they sit around and laugh and tell jokes. Jokes about what might happen to the people buying them.
People like me.
I think the favorite of these tricks involves the little plus and minus signs on my lighters.
The ones that control the big and the little of the flame.
I say this because any time I buy a fresh one, it always seems to start on the plus.
The big flame.
And so I hold it up to my cigarette. And I flip the button. And I burn my eyebrows off.
Frank just rolls his eyes at me. He says, “"You oughta learn.”"
But I figure he should also learn. Learn to be a little more sympathetic.
I'm always plotting ways to get him good.
This one time after lighting a cigarette, I just started screaming like it was my whole eyeball this time to get burned off. I had a little packet of ketchup I squeezed out between my fingers. I thought it was pretty impressive,and honestly, I think he almost fell for it.
Until the stinging set in.
And then I had to start screaming about ketchup in my eye.
You know what they say about one good trick...
Well, I should be correct and say that I have half, more or less, of one eyebrow.
The smaller half.
My eyelashes are still lovely though. And I do enjoy their long thickness.
I have become more comfortable through the years with missing eyebrows since, after all, it’s the heart of a person that matters. And sometimes it’s fun too, to put on a sock cap and play tricks on people.
Tell them I am going through Chemo. I watch their eyes get big and wide.
“"REALLY?"” they say.
“"Yah, but not really though,"” I say as I shake my head up and down.
Then they get mad and smack me, but it’s still grand fun.
It stopped being fun as soon as I actually had to go through Chemo.
I did not think I was quite as cute then. Though it still seemed only fair to play a trick since it was a dirty trick that generally has them missing in the first place.
I have this thought see, that people in manufacturing, bored as they might be, like to do things. Little tricks they play on people that buy their stuff.
And then they sit around and laugh and tell jokes. Jokes about what might happen to the people buying them.
People like me.
I think the favorite of these tricks involves the little plus and minus signs on my lighters.
The ones that control the big and the little of the flame.
I say this because any time I buy a fresh one, it always seems to start on the plus.
The big flame.
And so I hold it up to my cigarette. And I flip the button. And I burn my eyebrows off.
Frank just rolls his eyes at me. He says, “"You oughta learn.”"
But I figure he should also learn. Learn to be a little more sympathetic.
I'm always plotting ways to get him good.
This one time after lighting a cigarette, I just started screaming like it was my whole eyeball this time to get burned off. I had a little packet of ketchup I squeezed out between my fingers. I thought it was pretty impressive,and honestly, I think he almost fell for it.
Until the stinging set in.
And then I had to start screaming about ketchup in my eye.
You know what they say about one good trick...
Comments
'Cept the chemo part. I'm sorry to hear about that. Hope it came (or is coming out) well for you there...
Good stories...
:)