I don’t wear much make up, but I’m a sucker for beauty products. Guarantees thicker hair? Ordered. Clear skin? Check. Whiter teeth? All over it.

So when I saw the advertisement for a product that guaranteed longer eyelashes, I was ecstatic. It being the day after Thanksgiving, I called the salon to see if they were open before hoofing over to purchase the magical product that would make my lashes the envy of Twiggy.

Me: Do you have the eyelash product in stock?
Her: Yes.
Me: Awesome. I’ll be right over.
Her: I’m not open today.
Me: Oh.
Her: Well, is this an emergency? Do you have to have it today?

This gave me pause. To me, emergencies involve blood and possible broken bones. You know, the life or death type stuff. I wondered how having (or not having, as the case may be) thicker eyelashes could possibly be considered an emergency. Not being able to come up with a reasonable sounding justification, I thanked her and told her I’d see her next week.