So there I was driving along the other morning at 6:45 in early morning blackness, when I had to stop at a red light. I happened to glance in my rearview mirror and noticed the car behind me had its dome light on. The woman driving was peering in her rearview mirror--at herself. She was putting on makeup. Swiping some eyeliner, smudging it.
The light turned green. I noticed the woman behind me still had her dome light on, and now she was swiping blush, one hand on the wheel, one eye on the road. Obviously she was completely oblivious to how dangerous this is as she reached for mascara. And she wasn't too young to be naive, either. She just seemed to care more about her appearance than, oh, the dozens of other cars on the road. I was glad when she finally turned onto the highway.
Not long after, I heard a segment on a local radio station (B105) called Open Mic. Basically, it's a forum for listeners to call in and vent about their latest frustrations, irritations, pet peeves. I thought about calling in about makeup lady, but I was almost home. Then I had a thought:
So, today, oh ye loyal followers for the Cozy Chicks, is Open Mic day. Feel free to sound off on whatever is bothering you in your world. I'll go first.
* Makeup lady. You know who you are. Trust me, the people at the morgue won't care how pretty you are.
*Cigna insurance company people: Please fix your phone systems so that after I've been on hold for seven minutes I'm not disconnected and have to start again.
*To those people merging onto I75 in southern Ohio in the many construction zones, those yield signs are NOT just for decoration.
All right. Your turn. It's good to let it out. Better for stress levels and blood pressure, and actually, it feels kind of good.