Manscaping

I look closely at the DNB's face.

"Did you . . . ?" I ask, peering at him nose to nose.

He ignores me intently.

"You did, didn't you?!" I accuse him as the giggles start.

The DNB closes his eyes and rests his forearm over his face.

"YOU . . . " I yell, gasping for air, "PLUCKED. YOUR. EYEBROWS!!"

"I can neither confirm nor deny that statement," he replies stoicly.

"You know I'm going to have to post about this."