The other day I was going to go meet a friend at a local coffee shop by the name of Coffee Cat. I have been there several times and the owner, Cat, is a really friendly and nice lady. The place features local musicians and although I always say that I am going to go listen to some of them I have yet to do that. One day.
On this particular day when I met my friend I breezed in. She was already seated and I greeted her before going to the counter to order my tea. To give her credit she barely had a chance to look at me before I left to go order my tea. When I went to order, Cat, waited on me and immediately I picked up on a vibe from her. A vibe that she was intensely concerned about me.
She gently took my order and told me that she needed to tell me something and she did not want to offend me. Yikes!!!!
Then she gently and quietly told me that I had a black smudge under my eye. I laughed it off and wiped at it with my finger. The look on her face told me that it was not going to work quite that easily so I told her I would just go use the restroom mirror to take care of it.
When I looked in the mirror what I found was about a 4 inch streak of black under my eye and going down my cheek!!!! Oh my goodness. It took some doing but by the time I got it off my tea was ready and at our table. Sigh. I went and told Cat thank you very much for telling me and she said that she feels in her business that she has a duty to tell people things like that before they leave to go out into the world. 🙂 Well, yea. That is a good thing. Because I am pretty sure small children would go running and screaming from me if they had seen me.
I narrowed it down to the fact that I had snuffed a candle out before I left the house to meet my friend. In the snuffing I must have transferred some of said snuff residue to my skin. Fortunately that is the only place I had gone so no one else was harmed by my smokiness. And yes—I have one of those little snuffers but it was not where my candle was. Perhaps I need to invest in a few more.
The next night I saw my friend again and I went up to her, got in her face , and asked her if I looked okay. I guess I just need to have people check me before I go out in public anymore. Rest assured—that night I was okay—the smokey eye was gone and I was back to normal.
Have you ever had an experience like this where no one told you that you had spinach in your teeth or toilet paper hanging off your shoe ? Do you take the initiative and tell someone, even a stranger, if there is something “off”. Leave me a comment and let me know your stories.