OLD!
While getting a manicure today, I shifted through my purse with one hand and pulled out a very small, ornate, round pill box.
"Ooohh, what is that?" my manicurist asked.
"Oh, it's just a little pill box. I need my allergy medicine."
"It's so cute!"
"Really? I don't know, it's gold and...ornate...a bit fancy. Gaudy. And it's a PILL BOX. I never thought I'd need a PILL BOX. I feel like an OLD LADY!"
...and with that I followed my manicurist's gaze to the lady sitting RIGHT NEXT TO ME who had to be pushing 80. The manicurist let out a little "AH!", and the old lady gave me a dirty "meh" look. Sorry!
"Ooohh, what is that?" my manicurist asked.
"Oh, it's just a little pill box. I need my allergy medicine."
"It's so cute!"
"Really? I don't know, it's gold and...ornate...a bit fancy. Gaudy. And it's a PILL BOX. I never thought I'd need a PILL BOX. I feel like an OLD LADY!"
...and with that I followed my manicurist's gaze to the lady sitting RIGHT NEXT TO ME who had to be pushing 80. The manicurist let out a little "AH!", and the old lady gave me a dirty "meh" look. Sorry!
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