Pictures?!?

Irina stumbled down the street. With these bottlecap glasses she could barely see. She had no idea where she was going, but was desperate to get away from the crowd of people watching her stumble naked down the street.

"Look at her!"

"Don't take pictures, the poor old thing is mortified!"

"Hey, she's kind of hot for an elderly lady!"

Irina's ears burned. Pictures! She now knew she couldn't risk taking off this perm wig and the thick glasses. Sure, they made her look old (well, older), but they were now the only thing protecting her identity from being revealed, and her reputation from being utterly destroyed!

As she scrambled on her bare feet, Irina bumped into someone. She looked up through bleary eyes at several figures in her path.

"Ma'am? Are you alright?"