If by "avoiding delicate eye area" you mean "rinsing directly into eye," well, then, I'm way ahead of you.
When I was in high school, I had three distinct groups of friends who didn't often overlap. The main group solidified around my junior year, and came to include a girl who I'll call Ryan. Ryan had hung out with, and dated, a whole different group of people up until this point, and to be honest I'm not sure how she ended up with us. She was pretty quiet, not much of a force in our group.
I've mentioned before, I think, how 98% of my free/social time in high school was spent either at Denny's, Perkins, Steak 'n Shake, or TGI Friday's. If not one, the other, and often in succession. The thing about Ryan was that we would lose her between locations. We'd usually meet up at the first place over an hour or two, whenever people got off work, or finished dinner with their parents, or could sneak out. We'd talk with Ryan, and she'd say she'd be there after a run, or a shower, and three hours later, there she'd be. We would drive several miles, say from Denny's to Friday's, and she would arrive forty minutes later than the rest of us. Without fail.
We couldn't figure out what the hell she was doing, where she was going in the intervening time. How long can it take to buy cigarettes or chapstick?
I remember once, I was riding with another friend from one place to another, and we decided it would be funny if we took longer than Ryan to get somewhere. So once we'd lost her, we ducked into an out-of-the-way parking lot and turned off the car. And waited. We listened to the radio, talked with another friend who would meet us at the second stop of the evening, told her what we were doing and giggled. We waited and waited. This should have been an especially short trip, 10 minutes at the most.
And of course, when we got there an hour after we'd left the first place, we found that we had beaten her there.
That made us pretty mad, but when probed as to where she'd been, she was practically puzzled at our interest. We never got a straight answer out of her. To this day I still don't know what was taking her so long.
I've met people like this since then, people who, when they say "I'll be there by two," can never be understood to actually mean that. They disappear for hours at a time. You know where they're coming from and where they're going, and it's somehow impossible for that to happen for them in the same way that it happens for other people. Where do they go?
I've mentioned before, I think, how 98% of my free/social time in high school was spent either at Denny's, Perkins, Steak 'n Shake, or TGI Friday's. If not one, the other, and often in succession. The thing about Ryan was that we would lose her between locations. We'd usually meet up at the first place over an hour or two, whenever people got off work, or finished dinner with their parents, or could sneak out. We'd talk with Ryan, and she'd say she'd be there after a run, or a shower, and three hours later, there she'd be. We would drive several miles, say from Denny's to Friday's, and she would arrive forty minutes later than the rest of us. Without fail.
We couldn't figure out what the hell she was doing, where she was going in the intervening time. How long can it take to buy cigarettes or chapstick?
I remember once, I was riding with another friend from one place to another, and we decided it would be funny if we took longer than Ryan to get somewhere. So once we'd lost her, we ducked into an out-of-the-way parking lot and turned off the car. And waited. We listened to the radio, talked with another friend who would meet us at the second stop of the evening, told her what we were doing and giggled. We waited and waited. This should have been an especially short trip, 10 minutes at the most.
And of course, when we got there an hour after we'd left the first place, we found that we had beaten her there.
That made us pretty mad, but when probed as to where she'd been, she was practically puzzled at our interest. We never got a straight answer out of her. To this day I still don't know what was taking her so long.
I've met people like this since then, people who, when they say "I'll be there by two," can never be understood to actually mean that. They disappear for hours at a time. You know where they're coming from and where they're going, and it's somehow impossible for that to happen for them in the same way that it happens for other people. Where do they go?
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