In fact, if my cheeks went any redder, I think I may have genuinely been mistaken for a tomato.
The situation was simple, harmless and I'm sure it's happened to tons of people. Actually, I'm not sure- but it soothes my pride, so let's roll with it...
You know those times you're walking down a road and you can just sense there's something wrong going on with your face/hair? Maybe there's a tickle or an itch or perhaps it's just a hunch. Now, If you're not someone who tends to carry a mirror around with you, or a reflective surface... what would you, clearly, do to check your face? What's that I hear you say?
CHECK IT IN A CAR WING MIRROR?
Spot on- so that's exactly what I did.
To be honest, I reckon car designers probably created wing mirrors in thought of this handy trick. I mean, why else would cars sit quietly perched on the roadside with those alluring mirrored ears?
The modern rushing man/woman needs public mirrors to aid their frantic darting and wing mirrors provide a helping hand. (Or ear)
So there I was, already in a rush for a work experience interview, squatting down in front of the nearest car and adjusting my hair. While adjusting, I realised I'd forgotten to put my mascara and eyeliner on. I peered along the street-no one was to be seen- so I reached for my makeup bag and began to apply.
While I was there, why not just top up my blusher too? Yes, good idea.
Cue pouty fish face.
While looking at myself in the mirror... I realised; what better way to practice my interview speech? So I did. I also topped it off with practising the likes of 'concerned face' 'intellectual face' 'listening intensely face' ' and 'this opportunity won't be wasted on me face'.
Brilliant, good prep. Good, PRIVATE prep.
Then, woe betide, as I went to stand up...It hit me.
BAM. Goodbye dignity.
BAM. Goodbye self respect. .BAM. Hello red cheeks.
There, in the car I knelt beside -laughing hysterically- was a man watching me behind his tinted windows.
So There I blushed.
There I cringed.
There I stared, looking bewildered as a rabbit caught in the headlights, for about 15 seconds straight.
The longer I stared, the redder I became.
Eventually, with an embarrassed fever and wounded pride, a little miss tomato face walked away from the car -looking alot worse than she had done before.
So my message is simple. By all means make FULL use of the secret splendour of wing-mirrors, soak up their nifty brilliance and take advantage of this underrated, practical prop...But erm, just one teeny tiny tip-
Check there's no one in the car first!