I Should’ve Smacked the Drag Off Of Him.

Long story short:

I stopped at the “corner store” this evening.
I’m standing in line next to a low-budget drag queen.
He had on a leopard print faux-fur and hideous looking wig that clashed with his bumpy complexion.
His outfit was a mess and he looked like a train wreck to say the least.
He asked me if I had a mirror he could use.
Like a dumbass, I reached in my purse and handed over my MAC Studio Fix .
I paid for my things and I was ready to exit the store.
I pivot around on the good foot to retrieve my mirror from “FiFi Larue” and . . . oh, the horror!
This fool was dabbing his ugly mug with my makeup applicator!
Yes people, the bastard was straight up pretending like he was at the MAC counter and my compact was a “tester”.

Angelique: EXCUSE YOU! I said you could use my mirror, not touch up your face! What the hell ? That’s not even cool! If you want to get “beautified” like a woman, that’s all fine and dandy, but you need to have your own supply. I don’t know where your face has been! That’s not even sanitary!

“Fifi” was just standing there looking at me like he’s stuck on stupid.
He was speechless.
He looked like a four year old that didn’t know any better.
He tried to give my compact back and apologize.
I told him to keep it.
I should have been livid!
I should of cussed him out much more than I did.
I should of - could of - would of soaked him down with my pepper spray . . .
But honestly, I’m in a great mood tonight and not even a badly dressed, make-up jackin’, cross-dresser is going to steal my joy.
Besides, I needed a valid reason to hit up the MAC counter.
Life is funny is that way.