Juxtaposed
I’m on the metro. I do my makeup on the train to save time & amuse creeps who like to stare. I dropped my eye contour brush, picked it up, and said something like, “gotta wash that.” the homeless lady next to me laughed for a minute straight.
As I look down, her feet are caked with filth in her flip flops & her hair is greasy, etc etc.
Sometimes riding public transport in LA (versus cities where it is just common practice) makes me feel like an over privileged jerk.
(as I type on my iPhone)
