I met a lady in a cosmetic store. Or more truthfully, a lady met me.
‘What’re you buying?’ she asked as she peered into my basket.
‘I just love looking at what every one gets’ she continued.
‘That’s interesting’ I replied. I imagined her doing this to every stranger in each store she visited. I summed up her mental capacity as I wondered about how you could keep such a time consuming habit.
Her next statement proved that even If I had hand picked the strangest feminine hygiene product that cosmetic store had to offer, she still would have wanted to talk to me.
‘I’m trying to find this wax to do my upper lip’.
She hadn’t mistaken me for a shop assistant. For her, this was an appropriate opener for a conversation between herself and myself.
I looked at the girl in front of me, who had been included by overwhelming eye contact from my new friend.
I tried not to make any type of look at either of the strangers. I just nodded and said ‘oh, yeah’, as I inspected the space between her lip and nose.
I was confused. To be honest, I couldn’t see a single hair.
As my eyes wandered to her chin, she began to tell me how the store no longer sold her preferred brand of wax. It wasn’t on its regular shelf.
She planned on calling the company and just to prove this she produced a torn off piece of paper with a phone number.
She started waxing her lip after her father died. She was worried her sister would notice her moustache at his funeral.
She’d just arrived home from a holiday. She prefers day flights as it reduces jetlag. She travels frequently with her husband, and I suppose, tells strangers she meets in stores. Like she did me…