Little Stories 16 : Taxi

I need to take a short taxi ride from the train station to the lab, daily. 

Yesterday, after being rejected by one uncle whom lazily shooed me from the inside of his taxi, I stopped another taxi. I opened the door and bended down a bit to see his face.

This uncle, his face was painted with makeups! Blue eye-shadows, pink blusher and red lipstick. I would be lying if I say I didn't feel disturbed a bit. But I behaved well. 

I've been thinking for the whole 5 minutes in the taxi, finding reasons on why he wants to wear makeups. He clearly seemed man enough, old and wise enough to do such thing.

Was it a prank of some sort?


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