The warm wax spreads underneath my eyebrow. Rub, rub…pull. Youch! I always wonder why some eyebrow waxes hurt more than others. As I lay on the chair carefully resting my hands on my stomach so as not to disturb my new polish a thought enters my mind. What if they come out funny? I’m presenting tomorrow. What if one of them is larger than the other? What if they are too arched and give me a surprised expression? I’ll have to address it I think. That can be my opener. I’ll start with that, break the ice. You can’t ignore an elephant in the room like that. I spend the rest of my wax planning my jokes about my bad eye brow wax. “All done,” she says. I carefully grab the mirror, look in (heart pounding) and gasp. They’re even. There goes my joke.