I was putting my groceries into my car at the Jewel at Howard and Western when a young lady and what may have been her boyfriend started putting their groceries into the car next to mine.
"Yes," she told him, "a man with one eyebrow across his head is the most dangerous kind of man."
"How?" asked her friend, and a sort of smile began to form on his face as if this was something he was used to.
"Well," she answered, "They're related to wolves. Didn't you know that? They have a lot of beast in them. You can't be their lover 'cause they're dangerous--they bite and tear at you and you hurt everywhere."
"Oh," responded her friend, "then you know from personal experience?"
"Of course not," she answered. "Why would I want to have anything to do with a wolf man?"
"Then how do you know?"
"Hell, every woman knows this. One eyebrow across the face? Everyone knows they're dangerous. I thought men did, too."
"Oh," he said, looking directly at me, "everyone knows a woman with one eyebrow is the most dangerous woman there is."