Route 6b W 4 W

Route 6b Northbound, 8:37am, W 4 W

You: the blonde, fresh out of high school chick with the compact mirror and green purse sitting next to
Me: the young brunette in office attire

Hey, we all need to do our makeup in the morning – and with your face, frankly, I get it. I myself have been known to touch up my lip gloss from time to time, squished between an aging alcoholic and a school bound punk riding the bus on my way to work. So I didn’t bat an eye when you took out your compact and generously reapplied your eyeliner – okay, maybe I raised an eyebrow when you took out the foundation to smear over your numerous blemishes, and my lips may have started pursing when I saw your hands slip “subtly” down your shirt to readjust your assets. But for Christ’s Sake, tweezers? Really? Jesus woman, do you really think we want to know how much of your eyebrows you need to pull out before you resemble anything more human than a dolled-up squirrel?
Anyway – you all-natural beauty, you – I wanted to apologize for standing so abruptly when some of your eyebrow hairs landed on my blazer. I really didn’t mean to bump the sharp end of your tweezers into your eye like that. My bad.