My eyebrows are out of control.
But I live in a city. And there is a salon in the first floor of my apartment building. Its more expensive but what it lacks in fiscal responsibility it makes up for in the fact that I don't have to spend a 45-minute commute looking like a terrifying red-faced alien.
What's even better? I go downstairs (without anything besides a credit card & a house key), she says it'll be about a 20 minute wait. I tell her I can come back down whenever, just let me know what time works.
"Why don't I just buzz your apartment when I am done with this client?"
So now I get to sit in my apartment with my cat, my 30 Rock and my glass of wine and wait until the second I can get my face fixed. Then when its all done, its just two flights of stairs back to all of my things.
This is why I live in cities. Because they don't always require cars or schedules to work out. Because they thrive on impulse and tend to have better snacks.
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