Dear sis,
Thank you for the guy repeller.
Failing to find neither my wireless nor standard earphones, I was in the tram this morning eating a slice of chocolate cake and listening to music with the earphones you gifted me.
You know the ones, they’re made out of perler beads that look like a five year old’s art project; a random assemblage lacking in color concept, all strung together. They always get tangled in my hair and I have to gnaw my way out. The ones that fall unattractively, sticking out at odd angles around my face. Always hanging lower on one side; due to the mismatched weight of the slightly varying sizes of the components.
A guy gets on at one of the stops and sits in front of me. He has elegantly slick earphones, the cable is wrapped in a tastefully colored silk string woven into subtle pattern. As I am admiring these, he looks up and smiles. I smile back, but as he keeps looking at me I observe his smile faltering to a slight frown, he diverts his eyes and gets out at the next stop.
I pin this fail to the most obvious culprit: my earphones. Dragging my feet, I get off at my stop and head towards the doctor’s office. I announce myself at the front desk and head to the toilets before taking a seat in the waiting room. Washing my hands I look up in the mirror and I am startled to see a white-mouthed manic staring back at me. There seems to be some sort of white powder covering the lower half of my face, I look like a jail-break clown.
The chocolate cake I had eaten earlier had left sugar powder all around my mouth.
For the time being, I think it is safe to conclude that my mishaps are caused part by own silliness and part by your ridiculous gift.
Love,
Faf