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Monday, October 3. Looking, Staring, Glaring Lady

Ok so.  When you are sleep walking your way to a dead end job at 7:00 in the  morning, you tend to notice things no one else does because you are moving in slow motion and have more time to observe the craziness around you. Let's talk about Staring, looking, scanning lady.

My train pulled into a station and I tried wearily to hold my head up without reaching up and doing it physically.  I didn't get a seat on the train and thus stood staring out the dirty window of the train car onto the wooden bench on the platform crowded with people.  One woman stood out.  No, she was not oddly dressed petting a skunk on her lap and eating with her feet like some New Yorkers. Hey! I'm sayin' it happens! But what made her interesting was that she was beautiful, was very well dressed, and had hair and make up to envy.  (What? I'm into hair and make up! I'm SO friggin cute in this picture! Thanks Lady Leo Hair Salon in Brooklyn!) But seeing another woman with herself put together is still not what made me stop and take notice.  What did it was that she glared at every single person who walked past her and then looked them up and down with a scowl on her face.  Her apparent distaste for what she saw did not discriminate, it disapproved of men, women, boys, and girls.  She looked at people directly in their face and then scoured them with her eyes from face to footwear and back up to back of the head. (They were passing by.)  As my train was held in the station, I stayed fixated on her face from my safety zone inside the train.  If she had looked at me I would have hurriedly turned away, afraid of suddenly igniting and burning to cinders under her glare. It was so funny to me.  I cannot even begin to imagine what made her look at everyone that way.  And as they walked on by, she glared at the back of their heads until another victim came under her glower. Hee hee. I laughed out loud and everyone near me on the train looked at me because I disturbed the peace on the train. There's a "peace code," you know? Then, my train pulled off and I smiled goodbye at the looking, staring, glaring lady.

Lesson:  Don't look at people like that! It's uncouth...RUDE!

A Girl Changing The World

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