... the scabby woman who came in to the Library whilst we were face-painting yesterday afternoon. The mirror we were using to show children their finished faces was sitting on the table right next to me and this woman strolled right up and bent down, as if to examine herself in the mirror (and no - we didn't paint her face). Alas, she was not just looking - she found a pimple to squeeze and was hammering away at it whilst I froze, paintbrush in mid-air, in abject horror.
There's not much to be said for opportunism.
There's not much to be said for opportunism.
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I don't know how anyone to bring themselves to pop their pimples in public. Yech!
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