I see her every morning; she gets up, hair un-brushed, make-up smeared under her eyes. Her name is Sarah. She walks down the stairs, and stumbles a bit while wiping her eyes clear. She moans a bit about wanting to go back to bed for "Sleeeeeeeep!" (in her words). After having a few moments to realise what she is doing she walks into the bathroom.
It's been twenty minutes! What the heck is she doing? "Sarah get out of the damn bathroom!" yeah, I know I am screaming like I have been waiting for over an hour. I need the brush though.
"Hold on, I'm busy." She responded like it was the one-mill…
