Life can be a series of missed opportunities. At the best of times, I’m not so quick with comebacks, retorts, rebuttals, or any other synonym for the words I’ve just listed, but sometimes I am. The other night was not one of those nights.
I’ve decided that I’d rather pay someone to thread my eyebrows than tend to my facial homage to Scorsese. After about 20 minutes of threading and shaping, the lovely lady whose services I sought asked me if I wanted my upper lip done.
What I said: “No, just the eyebrows.”
What I should have said: “Nah, leave it. I’m growing it out for Movember!”
Great. A missed opportunity and now I think I have a moustache.
*Audible sigh 