A Chance Meeting

For some reason known only to the gods, I have lately taken to wearing false eyelashes.

Now let's be clear - I haven't worn makeup for at least fifteen years! I have no idea why I bought the eyelashes I saw in the pharmacy, except that they're called "Low Key," and they look real, instead of the huge apparitions most false eyelashes resemble - chunky, heavy, and obviously false. No, these are short and wispy. The moment I saw them I bought them.

So, a day or so later I had of course to go buy the adhesive, because I hadn't known that adhesive needs to be applied daily. Call me inexperienced.

And then a few days after that I bought the eyelash adhesive remover... Sometimes I'm a slow learner.

I've also recently had my hair cut in a most becoming fashion.

Fully equipped, off I went last Tuesday afternoon to play bridge at the local church with the local church ladies. Now, the local legion is having its largest room repaired, with the result that they use this local church to hold luncheons, which end at 1pm, just in time for us to play bridge.

For no reason at all, in the car just before I got out, I decided to apply lipstick. I even wondered while I was doing it, why was I doing it! Nevertheless apply it I did, and made for the church door.

And there, inside, among the dozen or so stragglers who hadn't cleared out, sat an old beau of mine!

I walked up to him and said his name. He looked up a bit confused, so then I said my name. Like a shot he stood up and said "we were just leaving!" "Okay," I replied, and went off to join my ladies.

Not till I got home did I think about it - if you're going to accidentally run into a former beau, how great is it that your hair was done, you were batting false eyelashes, sporting lipstick, and you'd had a boob job!

What a great way to run into anyone!