eyesha-doh!
The scene: A makeup counter.
The players: Meg, Random Makeup Artist Guys 1 and 2, Random Older Lady.
ROL is seeking a colour of eyeshadow. She can neither recall the
shade name, nor the formula it came in. She also can't identify it on
sight.
This is the cue for RMAGs 1 and 2 to start suggesting products, and
upselling their perky butts off. Their current pick? A very bright
shade of metallic green eyeshadow.
But is she going for it? No. She won't let them try anything on her
orbs, because the ROL is "already wearing a lovely shade, whose name I
also cannot recall." And because, after all:
"I wouldn't buy it unless I saw it on."
Meg stands off to the side, not really paying a ton of attention,
eyeballing a nice taupe shade. Meg avoids salespeople at cosmetic
counters. But the RMAGs have noticed that her lids are naked.
Suddenly, in the blink of an eye (pun intended), one of them has
seized me, and is applying the green shadow to my lids, all the while
doing a sales pitch for the ROL. She is now peering at me with great
interest.
"Well, what colour are her eyes?" RMAG 1, brush moving wildly across my lids, answers her question for me.
"Greenish hazel."
"Well, mine are more brown."
"Well, with this, they will look more green!" My eyes aren't that
hazel. This is a very smart man. Of course my eyes will look more
green. They are more green. He instructs me to open them. She marvels.
"Wow...that does work. But wait....what is she, like 23? Is that gonna work for me?"
"I'm 31!" I finally speak up.
"Go girl! You don't look 31!" The RMAGs applaud my youthful glow,
and one winks at me and gives me a pinch on the arm (!). The ROL is
still skeptical. She leaves. They apply more colours to my eyes,
chatting deliriously to one another. Finally, they are done. They do a
little dance. I dance with them.
I look in the mirror.
I buy the eyeshadow.
Dammit.
11:11:40 PM 
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