But last week, I should have been ashamed of myself. One morning during my commute, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the bus window. And let me tell you…it was a serious case of shock and awe. I won’t get into the specifics – but let’s just say that despite the lack of available seats that day, the one next to me remained empty for my entire trip.
The bus was only five or so blocks from my stop, so I smoothed my hair as best I could and furiously burrowed in my bag – looking for some miracle product to salvage my grave facial situation. I pulled Too Faced Lash Injection from my handbag and prayed for the best, as this mascara was a sample that I had yet to try. As the bus quickly neared my destination (why is it that the commute goes faster when you’re stalling for time?), I haphazardly swiped on Lash Injection without a mirror – closing the cap and re-depositing in my purse just as the bus doors opened at my stop.
Once inside my office building, I fell into my usual routine: rode the elevator to my 2nd floor office, booted up my laptop, logged onto my work email account, and checked my voicemail. By the time I finished doing all of the above, I became so engrossed in work that I had forgotten all about my scary hair and pallid complexion. But then, something strange happened.
Four co-workers, passing by my office, stopped in to compliment me on my mascara. Now, I dunno if it’s because I rarely wear mascara to work. Or if, despite sloppy application, Lash Injection delivers “the look of lash extensions.” Whatever the reason, I’m a sucker for compliments – so I may just start waking up a minute or two early so that I have time to apply Lash Injection before leaving the house. Imagine the response when it’s carefully applied!