"DON"T MAKE ME COME BACK THERE"

Last night I was on the train around 9PM, on mt way home from work when the L stopped cold at the Belmont station. The doors kept opening and closing and then the conductor got on the loud horn "get your hands out of the door or else I'm coming back there".

He ended up fulfilling his promise/threat. I don't know what transpired, and we were stalled for 15 minutes, but it was an entertaining diversion while I was reading Business Week. And listening to Phoenix, and scoping out a few hotties wearing suits.

Sometimes...I just fucking LOVE this city so much.

AND ANOTHER THING THAT FUCKING HURTS

2 Fridays ago, before I ate shit on my bike, I got a haircut. I've been growing my hair out, so it had been awhile since the last time I got my hair did. But it was time. So I rode over to my usual barber-shop, where the thick accented Syrian dude gave me a solid cut (he always does a good job).

Another thing I did, was to ask him to trim my eyebrows. It seems that with age, my eyebrows grow like crazy! Usually, the barber will simply hold a comb up to my eyebrows and use the buzzer to get them back in line.

However, for reasons that are still not clear, he decided to go all medieval on me and decided to employ the old school method of removing hair, specifically, threading. At first I didn't even realize what he was asking to do (did I mention he has a super thick accent?). All I understood was his insistence that I lay back and close my eyes.

Next thing I know, he's taking 2 SUPER FUCKING SHARP pieces of fine thread, and ripping hair off my face. Can I get an OOOOOUUUUUCCCCCHHHHH!? Fuck man! Shit hurt. A LOT. But I must admit, he did a fantastic job, not only on the eyebrows, but I really like my haircut too. And I only paid $12. Not bad!

PS - I would KILL for eyelashes like those pictured above!