in the end, was it worth it?
my eyes left the friendly aquamarine 7:44 display on the dash and traveled the familiar path to the mirror. i noticed the strange expression she had, somewhere in between surprise and sadness, with her hand fluttering near her eye. the rythym of the wand against her lashes was mechanical and unending, save for a small break to refresh the thick black gook. the wand returned to her lashes and feverishly worked to shed itself of its new coat onto the already viscid mass bordering her eye. i was fascinated with the concentration; both in technique and material, and the fact only one eye was the receipient of all this attention and dressing. as the traffic around me started to move, i was forced to break my stare and turn attention to larger, heavier objects (is it possible?) around me. i thought about a similar experience and glanced back into the mirror to see she was still at it, except now also operating a vehicle. my eyes fell back to the greenish glow of 7:53 and i nearly ran into the guard rail with the realization that my entire 'makeup routine' takes approximately 5-7 minutes, and this girl had spent nearly 10 minutes coating one eye with mascara. that's amazing.