Eye Zombie

There is a makeup store near my house where you can make an appointment and someone will do your makeup. I have a wedding to go to, so I make one for thirty minutes at 3:00 pm. To be on time for the wedding, I have to leave my house at four.

I arrive a little early and a woman without an appointment arrives with me. They decide to work with her first because it isn’t 3:00 pm yet; it is like 2:56.

When, finally, someone starts with me, he keeps leaving me alone to attend customers. I keep telling him that I have to go by 3:30, but the time arrives and I’m not done.

At that moment, another customer enters the store and the guy doing my makeup leaves me again, but this time I stop him, telling that I really have to go. He then proceeds to make a disaster of my eyes, and when I tell him it looks awful, he answers, “But you need to go; I don’t have time to fix it.”

And that’s why I looked like a zombie at my brother-in-law’s wedding.