Nails on a Train

This is entry infinity in the roll call of things you should not be doing in public.

Within moments of uncorking her nail shellac, everyone in a 6-seat radius started coughing, hacking, sneezing, rolling eyes and generally being uncomfortable.

Do you think this selfish ho noticed? Of course not. Needless to say, but I will anyway, this application was the end of her morning beauty regimen, all of which was conducted on the train. I didn't bother with the make-up application photo, because really, how many of them do I need to take.

Unless...I decide to do an ironic (remember after 9/11 when everyone predicted the end of irony?) photo installation somewhere, of images of nothing but women putting on their make up in public. Which, now that I think about it, might be good gallery fodder. I'll put that on my list of art to make.

Anyway, I was sitting practically in her lap, and when I pulled out my camera, stuck it in her face and took not one, but two photos, complete with flash, she didn't even glance up. She was totally in her own world. The rest of us were merely inconvenient intruders in her personal space.
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#1. Posted by RJ on August 16, 2006

Trust me when I tell you that she did notice you.  She was pretending not to notice you in hopes you would not engage her in conversation (or would that be confrontation) and just go away.  C’mon - you know the drill - It’s the physical attitude we take when a homeless guy starts panhandling on the train, or some whacko off his meds starts giving his latest dissertation.  We do it ourselves.

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