I went to my barber’s this morning. Having finished the main part of his job, he looked into my eyes in the mirror: “Eyebrows?” We have not seen each other for a while, which is why he forgot that I would never let him touch them. “Do you do eyebrow extensions?” I asked half in jest. “What?” he asked. “Hair extensions are so popular among women nowadays,” I chuckled, “so what would be wrong with eyebrow extensions for crazy old men like me?” He chuckled in turn. “Hey,” I continued, “I’d pay good money for the service!” Indeed, I would love my bushy eyebrows to be at least three times longer. What a joy it would be to point them every morning.