PATH Train Observation. I'm a silent judger.

The other day I was riding the PATH train back from New York City.  I sat across from a girl who spent the entire 20 minute ride doing her hair and putting on her makeup.  Her t-shirt showed the logo of a bar in Hoboken, so I deduced that she was going straight to her bartending/waitress job after she gets off the train.  Now, while I see absolutely wrong with having a second job - one where you get to serve hot men drinks - I do have a problem with people on the train who think their seat is their dressing room. No. Stop. You want to put on some lip gloss? Some cover up? Go for it -- but to fully Mary Poppins the shit out of your bag is beyond comprehension.  Literally, I saw a whole makeup brush set, four different kinds of mirrors, a "quick n' easy" curling iron and various barrettes.  In the midst of layering on makeup, she kept busy by multi-tasking a granola bar and water. She then pulled out an ipod.  I really did giggle out loud while I wondered what the hell else she'll pull out of that small bag of hers...and then - I shit you  not: a side salad. Fine. She didn't eat it or anything, but I was truly amazed with everything coming out of her bag.  For real.

Another thing that bothered me was the length of time it took for her to actually do her hair.  Ladies, you know when you just put your hair up in a messy ponytail?  This is the look that she was trying to accomplish - but for approximately five minutes and 14 times of redoing it.  Like, that just bothers me.  You spent so long trying to look like you spent no time on yourself.