But then, no one could.
|Silver's coming in great.|
I could see her scrutinizing them and next thing I know, she'd licked her index finger and leaning close to me, she said, "Your brows are a mess. Here, let me straighten them for you." And she ran her saliva-ridden finger over first the right and before I could recoil, the left.
She then craned her neck to see what the point-of-purchase items were on the counter and selecting an eyebrow pencil, she snapped off the lid and proceeded to draw in my brows! I was mortified.
Getting unreadable brows that did not need to be fixed by strangers was a Godsend for me.