Unless you have six arms, please don't attempt this in the morning traffic rush! |
When I was little, weekday mornings were always a mad rush
to get my brother and I to school.
My mum successfully managed to juggle packing our lunches,
making breakfast, ironing our uniforms and my dad’s work shirt, getting us
dressed and making sure we brushed our teeth/hair, then showering herself and
getting dressed before heading out the door.
The only thing she would never put on before she left the
house was her makeup. That was left for the car…
Now I used to watch my mum as she quickly and effectively
applied foundation, mascara, blush, lipstick and combed her hair in a matter of
two or three traffic light stops – she was quick, no mucking around here!
Now I know this is dangerous to do in the car, and I myself don’t have the coordination to even contemplate doing it, but it seems as though others who really should take more time in the morning to do their face, unfortunately leave it for the drive to work.
Now I know this is dangerous to do in the car, and I myself don’t have the coordination to even contemplate doing it, but it seems as though others who really should take more time in the morning to do their face, unfortunately leave it for the drive to work.
I had the unhappy pleasure of driving behind one such tragic
this morning – she was hardly as deft as my mother in the applying-makeup-in-car
department, and proceeded to swerve around in her lane, then into the other
lane, narrowly missing oncoming traffic.
It wasn’t as if she even waited to stop at a light or
anything – she thought she could do this while moving at more than 80km/hour. Oh
the rush and the stress of it all!
I couldn’t even get around the maniac – she was swerving so
much that if I had gone around her I probably would have been side-swiped. Cars
were dodging her as they zoomed past, some even breaking to take a gander at
the crazy behind the wheel.
Once we eventually stopped at a traffic light, she missed
the light once it turned green. I let her know it was time to move (well, my
horn let her know) to which I got a rude response – she gave me the finger.
Well that’s fine love, but next time you’re wrapped around a
light pole because you’re trying to fix your ugly mug in the tiny rear-view
mirror instead of waking up 15 minutes earlier in the morning and being better
organised to do it at home, maybe you will then re-assess how important it was
to apply makeup in the car.
If you have mastered the art like my mum did back in the
day, then hats off to you. In the meantime, please leave this task to your
bathroom ladies!
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