Two days ago I saw something that I never thought I'd see a woman do in public, let alone in traffic.
Sit back, make yourself comfortable and let me set the scene.
I was sitting in traffic.
It was a sunny day.
There was a lovely breeze.
The temperature was hovering around 77.
In other words, perfect convertible weather.
There was a woman in a car sitting next to me at the light.
Her car was a convertible.
An expensive high end one.
She also had an expensive high end look about her.
She was wearing good jewelry, she had a nice even tan and her clothes fit well and looked new.
Her hair was honey blonde, expensively cut with professional highlights as though she'd just come from the salon.
But if she had just come from the salon, she seemed to have forgotten to ask the stylist to go the extra mile and remove some other hair while she was there.
Because APPARENTLY while checking her lipstick in the mirror on her visor she noticed some whiskers.
And was intent upon removing them.
Now I may be old fashioned, but I think that female facial hair grooming should be done in private.
Not this woman.
She spent the whole time we were sitting at the light moving her tongue under her lip to thrust it out so she could tweeze her whole mustache area in her visor mirror.
She must have plucked twenty or thirty stray whiskers while we sat there waiting for the light to change.
Did I mention that she was doing this in the daytime, in a convertible?
As in open to the sky and all the cars surrounding hers.
Nothing between her and my eyeballs.
And nothing between her and the eyeballs of the grinning guy in the car on the other side of hers.
He locked eyes with me and gave me the universal do you see this eyebrow lift and hand gesture.
I gave him back the universal I see it but I don't believe it smile and head shake.
Then we both laughed.
I just sat there shaking my head and laughing until the light changed.
I thought about the lady off and on for the rest of the day and never did decide if a) she didn't care that people could see her b) she was oblivious to the audience c) she was just so freaked out by the whiskers that she couldn't wait ten seconds to pull into one of the multitude of parking lots available to her to tweeze the offending hair in a less public setting.
I don't know what she was thinking.
I do know that as she drove off I found myself thinking that I hoped that whoever she was driving to meet was well groomed.
Because if they weren't they might be in for a surprise.
This woman owns tweezers, and is not afraid to use them……