Woman! Know Your Place!

There is a scary woman that has sat opposite us on the subway the last few mornings. She has huge starey dark eyes, and very thick but groomed dark eyebrows. She must be long-sighted because her glasses magnify the natural googliness. She tears bits out of the paper and stuffs them furtively in the front pocket of her handbag. She looks evangelical, and keeps watching at me, scrutinising me. I think she thinks 'harlot!', I don't know why I think this but this is the type of person I have cast her as in the weekday morning subway-based soap opera showing only in my head. Well, this morning, she focused her eyes-like-saucers on a compact mirror, produced a tweezers, and ladies and gentlemen…plucked some stray hairs from her chin. I have been known to apply some make-up on the train, but I don’t shave my legs or even file my nails. Good god, I nearly puked.

That is today's tale of madness.