It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way –
CHARLES DICKENS from “A TALE OF TWO CITIES”
Melanie was running late; her flight coming into the L.A. airport had to circle a few times due to air traffic. She knew this was not the way to make a good impression, she explained apologetically to the agent leading her down the hallway. Her heels kept sliding on the newly polished floor as she struggled to keep up with the agent’s long strides. “SLOW DOWN!” She screamed in her head as she tried to walk on the balls of her feet so she wouldn’t fall.
She made sure her bun was still in place and used the back of her hand to blot away the perspiration running down the side of her face while maintaining the dignity of her foundation. There was no way she could refresh her lipstick at the pace they were walking. She only hoped enough of a residue remained on her lips.