I’m in Starbucks. Again. I know it seems like I’m here a lot but I’m really not- it’s just a great spot to blog. My first observation upon entering was that all the comfy chairs were taken. My second was that there were three women sitting in one section of the comfy chairs. They seemed to be discussing mom stuff- but the more I listened I realized that there were two women (sitting unnaturally upright in their chairs) trying to convince the third woman (the one with the baby who was banging her rattle incessantly against the table) to sell Avon or Mary Kay or whatever it is they do so that they can stay home. I’m looking out the window now trying to guess which cars are theirs and I know one is a Volkswagen Passat- probably the one with the baby. Looks like there’s also a potential Tahoe driver.
I think it’s noble to stay home with your kids- my mom stayed home with my brother and I for the first years of my life, but I didn’t turn out any differently because she worked and I think it actually worked out better because I can’t imagine my mom having stayed home with us. The women are totally Frisco, they’re doing the whole look how big my ring is and how good my makeup looks even though it’s 1200 degrees outside and I wear dresses that cost more than my kid’s tuition because I can but OH LOOK AT ME I sell Avon. Seriously.
So the only reason I care about all of this is that the last two times I stumbled upon one of these meetings is that I’ve been accosted. I don’t wear makeup during the summer because as mentioned previously, it’s 1200 degrees outside and I’m not a big fan of letting things melt and run down my face. In fact, I think it’s trashy. But I guess if make up is a big investment for you, you can find something that won’t melt. More power to you. Anyway, I grabbed my headphones and shoved them in my ears as fast as I could hoping that I could deter the women from offering me a makeover. Do I really need one that badly? I know there’s a zit the size of Alaska on my face but it’s a rental- I’m not planning on holding on to it.
Now they’re eyeing the two guys in here- if they offer them make up, I’m running to the bathroom and locking the door. More later.
