My daughter’s allergies stuffed up her nose, reddened her eyes, and altered her voice to sound like a Darth Vader/Elmo hybrid. Meds were a must and I didn’t have time to apply my makeup before heading to the pharmacy.
So when I got inside the store, I pointed my head toward my feet and walked fast. I needed to get the remedies without being seen by someone who knew me, because cosmetics were my confidence crutch and my face was bare. No foundation. No blush. Not even a few strokes of lip gloss.
I whipped down aisle 9, grabbed a bottle of Zyrtec, zipped around the corner, and smacked my hip against another person’s cart. But this wasn’t your ordinary shopper. Oh no. This was a fellow PTA mom, whose daughter attended school with mine.
Oh my gosh! Angela! I’m so, so sorry! Are you hurt?
I stuttered an apology…
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