stressedShe had a full head of curly hair, dark brown it looked like, she was probably shorter than I, and looked about my age. Well, the inept person in front of me finally figured out how his keycard worked, so he shoved off into the garage, and I had to follow (or risk pissing off everyone behind me like he did). So I pulled into the garage and started up the inclines. When I pulled into a parking space, I noticed her pulling into one behind me. I waited a few moments, hoping she'd get out of the car so I could get a look at her. Well, then I noticed her putting on makeup in the mirror. I got up and went to work without a backward glance.
See, in my opinion, any woman who can't get out of the car without applying makeup needs to grow up. I was never a big fan of lots of makeup, and if it requires more than a minute to apply, it's way too much for me.
(This is the start of an essay going onto my webpage. But it isn't there yet.)
