One day as I was slowly walking along, enjoying an unseasonably warm afternoon, I happened upon a bus stop. Normally, such an occurrence would not be worth mentioning as, lets face it, bus stops are simply not very exciting (at this time I'm fighting the urge to become distracted on the completely different topic of 'bust' stops. Perhaps in the future). The day in question, however, this particular bus stop was occupied by a variety of people whom I can only guess were waiting for, and I'm assuming here, a bus. Now, again, even a bust stop with several folks in varied states of anticipation of a transit arrival, holds little interest for me. However, as I approached the aforementioned public conveyance station with the aforementioned public there awaiting conveyance, I noticed that one of these gentle folks stood out from her compatriots. I don't mean in the literal sense that she stood some distance away from those gathered, but rather her appearance made her quite noticeable, compared to those surrounded. She was dressed rather conventionally, with nothing beyond a colorful sweater worth noting. She was rather average in size, with no visible handicap that would require the aid of some eye catching mechanical assistance. She wasn't a great beauty, but nor was she overly homely. No, what made this particular women so noteworthy was, what I can only imagine to her credit, was the creative application of cosmetic technology. As I walked toward the bus stop and the bus stoppers, I couldn't help but notice how surprised this woman seemed, why, her eyebrows climbed her head nearly to her hairline. The closer I approached, why, the more surprised she seemed. When I was close enough to really get a good look at her, I screamed a little inside; I did a quick double take and quickly talked my jaw into returning to its normal location. You see, what I had taken for the woman's eyebrows where in fact artificially drawn synthetically manufactured fake eyebrows! No, that does it no justice.... Are you familiar with the national fast food chain, McDonald's? If you are then you know they have this clown mascot named Ronald. Now, Ronald, I contend, would be ashamed of these eyebrows. In fact, I believe he might even be alarmed that this women had somehow stolen the arches from a nearby Mickie D's and adhered (adheesed would be a good word to add to Websters.. somebody make that happen) them to her mug. So arched and high were these eyelashes that the city of St. Louis would probably be jealous. Way, way, way, down and below the impressive 'brow' arches, you could see the twin pale patches of skin where the woman's normal eye brow hair had been brutally removed (or, non-brutally removed. Really, for all I know, they may have decided to take a vacation and commissioned the McDonald arches as stand-ins. . . I'm gonna go ahead and stick with the brutal removal. Its juicier that way).

Well, that is all I have. A couple year hiatus and that's what I open back up with. Your welcome.

Also, do not the words brutal and removal belong together? Phonetically, I mean. Say them: Brutal removal. Very satisfying combination.