Imagine if you will the following scene:
There is a woman standing on the platform of the Metro station. Her hair is neatly styled and she is wearing a cream colored knitted shell covered by a black business jacket with matching knee-length skirt. The woman has neutral hose on and a pair of sensible black heels. She's got full make-up on, but in restrained, natural colors, and crisp red nails that obviously came from a salon. A small, black leather hand bag hangs from her shoulder. In one hand she is holding a smartphone, which she is texting on at a speedy pace. In her other hand, she is holding... a toilet plunger.
I could not make this stuff up if I tried.
There is a woman standing on the platform of the Metro station. Her hair is neatly styled and she is wearing a cream colored knitted shell covered by a black business jacket with matching knee-length skirt. The woman has neutral hose on and a pair of sensible black heels. She's got full make-up on, but in restrained, natural colors, and crisp red nails that obviously came from a salon. A small, black leather hand bag hangs from her shoulder. In one hand she is holding a smartphone, which she is texting on at a speedy pace. In her other hand, she is holding... a toilet plunger.
I could not make this stuff up if I tried.
