My friend once applied her mascara to me while I was passed out drunk, and I dragged myself up late in the morning, chucked on the suit I had to wear back then and dashed out to work (at the very prestigious legal publishers I worked for in London) without looking in the mirror.
I did not even realise until in the bathroom at lunchtime, when I furiously stormed back into the office demanding to know why nobody had told me, or even looked at me wrong, and they said they thought I might be making a statement and didn't want to hurt my feelings.
I did not even realise until in the bathroom at lunchtime, when I furiously stormed back into the office demanding to know why nobody had told me, or even looked at me wrong, and they said they thought I might be making a statement and didn't want to hurt my feelings.
