Date: 8/8/2019
By briannagio
I met up with Renee in the waiting area of a beauty salon. It was apparently conjoined with Mrs. Rachel’s. I tried to make a hair appointment with Aunt Mary (who wasn’t actually supposed to be her), but her response was “we don’t have any openings...” then she looked me up and down and said “I will make an eyebrow appointment for you though...” At this point, I realized that I had already made a separate appointment with Mrs. Rachel, but I was also very mad at the fact that she just roasted my eyebrows. In a very defensive tone, I told her “No, that’s okay. I’ll take care of my own eyebrows, thank you.”