Right next to the cart was a place for eyebrow threading. I have only gotten my eyebrows threaded once before, in Calcutta, India with my friends Claudia and Lora, and I hadn't plucked mine in awhile. Apparently, my eyebrows must have been of beastly proportions because the woman threaded and snipped away for a good while, and I closed my eyes and held my breath like I do when I am getting my bangs cut at the salon. There were hairs flying everywhere.
There is a certain amount of trust involved in this process.The human race has an uncanny ability to distrust politicians and employers and 'the man,' but when it comes to facial grooming, we are quite happy to relinquish our fates into the hands of our hair dressers and barbers and eyebrow threaders. But why do we trust them so implicitly? Are they held up by some ideal to which others fall short? They could, if they were feeling particularly vindictive that day, take off everything and leave you without hair and eyebrows.
Thankfully, I still have mine.