There is a certain irony that someone cares so much about their personal appearance that they will go to the extreme of doing a complete personal makeover on the subway. Between my entrance to the 6 train at 59th and my exit at 28th, the following occurred:
- The subject gave herself a vigorous facial massage, pulling and tugging her skin in an effort to perhaps invigorate the skin cells.
- Foundation and concealer were applied. (She missed a spot on her forehead by the way.)
- Lip color was applied during a time when someone stood between us. The lips went from pale to vivid while at Grand Central.
- The final part of the routine involved pointing an eye pencil directly at each eye on the lurching train. This is perhaps as logical as trimming one's nose hairs with scissors on a train. Or trimming one's pubic hair with a machete on a train.
- Throughout the transformation process her face contorted in a myriad of expressions to ensure that the applied cosmetics were appropriate from ecstatic happiness to coquettish shyness to serious businesswomanliness.
So in order to keep an impressive impression throughout the day, she abandoned all propriety in public. Can someone explain the logic?
Non-squitor:
A school bus song from many moons ago:
Stick your finger in your eye, in your eye!
Stick your finger in your eye, in your eye!
Stick your finger in your eye,
And prove that you are blind,
Stick your finger in your eye, in your eye!
