Honestly, who installed these mirrors? The Ticos didn’t do
it. I’m the same height as they are, and I can’t even see in these things.
It must have been a Giant.
That’s the only logical way to explain this.
Why else would these mirrors have been hung so high? Never before
have I noticed just how uneven my eyebrows are or tan my forehead looks. I’ve
never had a vested interest in my hairline either, but given that I can't see
anything else in these mirrors, I’ve started to take note of a few things on
the upper 1/3 of my head.
The mirrors are so tall that I can't even practice my game
face for horseback riding this weekend. You know, that pained smile that says ‘This
activity is loads of fun kiddos! The last time I did it, I put my knee straight
into a horse’s poo-filled hindquarters.”
Nope, I can’t practice my forced smile—but my forehead is
looking pretty convincing.
Oh well, such is life. Maybe I’ll head down into the tiny gnome
closet in this apartment and find a mirror that is short enough for my ankles. I’ve
been meaning to take a closer look at them…
Pura Vida,
Jessica Lynn
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