Do you ever wonder why you do what you do?
Why you choose to say this instead of that? Why did I drive down this street instead of that one? Why am I going to the store again when I was already there this morning? Well now I'm wondering why I chose to wear something.
Why, before answering the door, did I choose to put on my new lip gloss? Why did I pause to apply, for a stranger, my lip-plumbing lip gloss called "Sexy Mother Pucker"? I'm thinking this as I go to answer the door. I panic and wipe the lip gloss off on my hand then open the door.
Rosemary, from a fancy bathtub company, is here to help me turn my tub from a germ-ridden, lead producing mess into a palace of porcelain. (Or really acrylic somethin', somethin'.) We shake hands before she unfolds her traveling presentation. While Rosemary is talking to me I realize that my hand feels funny. I try to itch it, thinking it must be a bug bite from my recent yard work. I finally catch on that it's the lip gloss that I wiped off. It's starting to make my hand all tingly. I feel so awkward. I do my best to focus on what Rosemary is telling me, when I realize that she is rubbing her right hand on her leg. I try not to stare but I know that her hand is becoming numb as well because I shook her hand with my lip-numb-gloss stained hand when we met.
I wanted to laugh, but no. This is serious business. I need my bathtub refinished and I've numbed the hand that could help me. Perhaps her hand will stay numb while she's giving me her quote!
(First published at Beautiful! Fabulous!)
Why you choose to say this instead of that? Why did I drive down this street instead of that one? Why am I going to the store again when I was already there this morning? Well now I'm wondering why I chose to wear something.
Why, before answering the door, did I choose to put on my new lip gloss? Why did I pause to apply, for a stranger, my lip-plumbing lip gloss called "Sexy Mother Pucker"? I'm thinking this as I go to answer the door. I panic and wipe the lip gloss off on my hand then open the door.
Rosemary, from a fancy bathtub company, is here to help me turn my tub from a germ-ridden, lead producing mess into a palace of porcelain. (Or really acrylic somethin', somethin'.) We shake hands before she unfolds her traveling presentation. While Rosemary is talking to me I realize that my hand feels funny. I try to itch it, thinking it must be a bug bite from my recent yard work. I finally catch on that it's the lip gloss that I wiped off. It's starting to make my hand all tingly. I feel so awkward. I do my best to focus on what Rosemary is telling me, when I realize that she is rubbing her right hand on her leg. I try not to stare but I know that her hand is becoming numb as well because I shook her hand with my lip-numb-gloss stained hand when we met.
I wanted to laugh, but no. This is serious business. I need my bathtub refinished and I've numbed the hand that could help me. Perhaps her hand will stay numb while she's giving me her quote!
(First published at Beautiful! Fabulous!)