The other night at work, an observation of mine teased my random outlet to suddenly distract me from doing my job. As a waitress I’ve found my imaginary shield (which keeps me from pounding up giggles or annoyance against guests lacking the graces and refinement of civilized life), significantly useful. I must come to admit though, that I wasn’t prepared for this certain incident.
I wanted to grasp my new mission of a table of two with supreme service, so I knelt down in front of the table to seem like a friendly underhuman. As I looked up to take their drinks order, I found myself trapped in a limbo of restrainable giggles and exposed fright. Having punished my brain (with remembering endless refills, check backs, birthday cakes, bills and all that jazz) it had expanded to a level similar to squeezing a bruised tomato with your hand so hard that gooey stuff starts to drizzle down between your fingers. Suddenly my brain expansion poofed like a zit on a 14 year-old teenage boy’s face which resulted in me forgetting all my duties I had stocked up.
My eyeballs tinkled as they witnessed the massive unibrow on this man. Kneeling on the floor his unibrow felt like the dark shadow of Mordor resting over me and it left my tongue paralyzed to mute for a few seconds. I worded an oral combination of chaos which led him to order drinks, but as astonished I was, his voice slow motioned into the sound of Darth Vader under water, and I couldn’t pay attention to anything but his massive unibrow. It was starring right at me, and when I tried to focus on what the man was saying I felt a ghostly lurk from the his one brow and I was forced to look at it. It was like I was in a bewitched trance as each hair transformed into tiny Chewbaccas wiggling. I could nearly feel his millions of brow hairs tickling my face, which caused me to stretch my forehead exceptionally tight to form a bizarre face position. With a confused look I picked up their menus, and walked away while thinking “Big Foot is in town, and he is definitely not going to tip me”.
It’s like that scene from Austin Powers (forgot which one). It’s when Myers’ eyes were transfixed on Savages’ Mole hahahahaha
So did he tip you?
No he didnt tip me. haha, I exspcted nothing from him though
haha! I wish I had a unibrow fulla microscopic wigglin’ chewbaccas. Sadly, I was born with 2 eyebrows.
Great story and picture by the way 
haha! Well, just a heads-up a unibrow with wiggleling Chewbaccas is quite a fright! Thanks a lot, hope youll come back for some more giggles.
I will be back, indeed!
Thanks for stopping by my site, just read this & was totally taken in my your description of the unibrow. What an engaging way to draw your reader in!
Thanks a lot, it always means something special coming from another blogger I like.
Hope you will come back for the giggles. And from now on you will see Chewbaccas wiggle everytime you meet a unibrow. You’re welcome ! Haha.
I thought the planet Kashyyyk was supposed to be beautiful. I highly doubt his face was, what with that unibrow glaring the entire world in it’s eye.
I have the same tendency of awkwardly staring. My weakspots are camel toes, gorgeous men (can you blame me?) and pregnant women. OhGod.
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haha, that’s a great comment right there
Yeah you are right with camel toes! They are a truly stare factor too. Thanks for following !