LADY MARM ALOT

Posted on April 6, 2009 - Filed Under Human Foibles | Leave a Comment

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Starched hair tight lips and rouge. Sand colored orthopedic peep toe shoes with skin tone peds. Nobody’s skin tone that I’ve ever seen.

She caught me staring at her. I couldn’t help myself. I pretended to shift my gaze slightly right of her face but the moment she looked away I had to look back. Her pancake makeup was the best of its kind. Unlike the acute coral rouge, her lips were sand colored, perhaps to match her shoes.

I’d like to get back to the hair. How can I describe it? Default brown. Swept up and over like a tsunami shooting back off her forehead. Shaped into a protective hat of tense matted curls landing firmly at the base of her neck, asphyxiated with sticky laminating spray and held even more in place with a bobby pin or two.

I one strict movement she stood up and exited the bus.

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