However, when we went to Disney World last week, the slightly narcissistic 25-year-old buried deep within me surfaced. She whispered, “Check your lipstick.” Who am I to argue with my former self?Imagine my dismay upon walking into the ladies’ room and discovering mirrors were conspicuously absent.
No mirrors? What? Was Walt Disney secretly Amish?After noticing the lack of mirrors in five bathrooms in a row, I mustered the courage to confront a janitor.
“Excuse me? Why are there no mirrors in the restrooms?”She laughed. “We used to have them, years ago. But in summer, the sinks were congested so we took them down. There’s one mirror on the wall by the door.”
I glanced where she was pointing and saw the tiny mirror. What was Disney so worried about? It’s not as if I planned to set-up hot rollers and a cosmetics station to embark on a two-hour make-over. I merely wanted to know if I had lettuce in my teeth or if my hair was sticking up funny. You’d think The Husband would notify me of such visual defects. Here you would be wrong.I was silently outraged. How could Disney not have mirrors by the sinks? Wasn’t Disney the one who had professional photographers lurking everywhere throughout the park?
I did what I always do when upset: complained to The Husband. “Don’t you miss the mirrors?”“What are you talking about?”
I filled him in on my extensive research.He shrugged. “MOV, the men’s room has mirrors.”
He was painfully oblivious to the implications for the other 50% of the population. Vanity was dead. Death swooped in to scare us, not at the Haunted House like promised, but in the ladies’ room.
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