Thankfully it is

Getting into the washroom, I see it’s fairly clean and there’s a big mirror.

Looking at my expression the dark curls are up and my hazel eyes look worried.

Behind me on the wall are some advertisements for upcoming events as well as a Mother’s Day dinner.

I reach down into my purse and find some lipstick. Hopefully the red will do.

I think better of it, and go into a stall before just writing on my face. Thinking if someone comes in I might be able to wait them out. Hopefully I won’t need to use the mirror at all..

Closing the stall door I use my phone in selfie mode so I can see what I’m doing.

“That son of a bitch” I say under my breath, as I start writing on my face.

I manage the T and the Y, and am just beginning on the “O” of my lips when I hear giggling and a couple of ladies come into the bathroom.

I can hear three voices and there are only three stalls. I hope they aren’t in a rush..

The stall beside mine closes and the door locks. Then the one beside..

I continue applying the lipstick to my mouth..

A knock on my stall door. “Will you be long?” A lady with a southern accent asks.

I answer “I’ll be at least a few minutes.. “ I say, hoping she’ll wait for one of her friends..

A buzz brings my attention to my phone

Unknown number: 5 minutes.