Science (non) Fiction

I came into dallas with the bright lights on my mind

OK, since Kari asked for it, and I clearly need to tell a slightly more happy tale of my travels, I will here recount the events that occured while waiting for my connecting flight in Dallas/Fort Worth on the way to California (before any of the aforementioned medical issues arose).

So I was sitting at my gate in the lovely DFW airport, waiting through a long layover on a Wednesday afternoon. Now the airport had wireless internet, but I had to pay, and I was initially too cheap to pay, so I was occupying myself with reading and people-watching. And I began to notice that all around me there were a lot of women, more than one would normally see in proportion to the number of men. And while there were a lot of variations in the size, shape, ethnicities and age of these women, they all seemed to have one thing in common – they were all carrying at least one large, garishly pink MARY KAY bags! And as I looked closer at the women, I noticed that many of them were wearing lapel pins for MK, and many had multiple bags (apparently from the different generations of MK).

Now what you’ll notice I’m not saying is that all of these women had stunning makeup, makeup that was so natural that you could barely tell they were wearing any – oh no, my friends, that was not the case. These women were all around me, and while I was not really looking like a million bucks myself, there were very few of them that I would have wanted advising me about the proper colors/application of makeup. I haven’t seen that much poorly applied makeup since high school, and these women were WAY out of high school. (And why are there no male MK salespeople? is it kinda like having a male OBGYN?)

Apparently, there was a conference/meeting in Dallas that had just finished up, and they were all scattering back home across the country, so several of them ended up on my flight to CA. And on that flight, while I was waiting in the aisle of the plane to use the lavatory (trying to avoid getting fussed at by the flight attendants), there were two of them comparing notes in the seats in front of me while I was standing there. And I kept getting evil looks from one of them, like she thought I was going to steal her trade secrets of mass marketing to the stay-at-home mom population or world domination through excessive application of eye shadow. That’s the real reason I was on that plane, folks!

(oh, and when I got on my last flight of this trip, back to NC, I was putting my bag in the overhead compartment, and what was there next to the empty space for my bookbag? that’s right, a pink MARY KAY bag! I swear, they’re stalking me!)