|02:07 pm - Yawn. . .|
This morning, my usual garage at work was closed due to some renovation project on campus. Because of this, I had to park in the Tuttle Garage, which is right next door, but not connected to my building. As I was grumbling about this, and watching the inept driver ahead of me try to open the gate, I happened to glance to my left at a car in the other lane. Sitting in that car was a girl who took my breath away.
She 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.)
Current Mood: stressed
Current Music: "Bob Robert's Society Band" - JB