I hope your week is going great, with good coffee and pleasant company, and hopefully some good laughs, which is, by the way, related to the topic for The Coffee Shop Prompt #91 😁☕

I always laugh a lot when I meet my sisters for coffee. Of course, there have been exceptions, such as when we meet for coffee to drain worries or sadness over an unfortunate event. It can't all be laughs and bliss, right? Anyway, I always talk about these episodes about my sisters and I going for coffee and telling old jokes, and I seem to forget to write about the great, fun times I had with my son when he was a teenager and his leaving the country for good didn't cross our minds. He's a perfect coffee companion: smart talker, fun to be with and always remembers where to turn to get to the coffee shops--and everywhere--inside the mall, a task that is beyond my abilities to this day, lol.

I remember one time I was with my son and some of his friends at a café in Marina Plaza, Cumaná; we had just watched a movie and were about to leave, but my car wouldn't start and so we were waiting for a friend to help me. In the meantime, I took the kids to a cafeteria to get something to eat. That's where it happened: We saw “The Eyebrows.”

Around that time, in 2006, a new and fateful fad took hold and like every third out of ten women decided to tattoo their eyebrows in unnatural ways, hehe. Here's the taxonomy--or part of it--my son and I constructed that afternoon with a little help from his friends as different women passed in front of us sporting their dystopian eyebrows, as they and their eyebrows walked to unknown destinations.

There were the “I feel incredibly happy” eyebrows whose mold had been the rim of a glass; the expression on these women was like one who was really, really happy, but didn't believe it--hence the "incredible," (snort laugh, oink-oink)--; so while the rest of her face said “I don't believe in anything or anyone in this life,” the eyebrows said “Yey!” Definitely material for a Martian Chronicle.

McDonald's M

Then there was the “McDonald's M,” whose morphology needs no explanation due to the graphic and accurate naming, hahahah. What did they use as a pattern for this? I wouldn't know, thank goodness.

Hug Me, 'coz I'm Cold

Then there were the “Hug me, 'cause I'm cold” eyebrows. These eyebrows were thin with a short tail, slightly arched and tattooed just above the natural line with the head pointing slightly upward so that the inner corner was inverted. You'd really get a memorable impression when out of nowhere you would meet these eyebrows head on; your first impulse was to hug the person to warm and soothe them, but right there came the second impulse, to run away before you bursted out laughing right there.

Oh, my! There were others,

but it's hard not to be politically incorrect... stereotypical, xenophobic; it's hard. Besides, three is a good number. Three categories is fine, hehe. I'll just tell you that the fourth type of eyebrow is associated with a phenotype of abundant hair. Anyway, we really laughed that day and come to think of it, my son never got to bring home a girlfriend with tattooed eyebrows...