Bubblegum Eyelashes

Sofia got bubblegum in her eyelashes this morning. Nobody knows where she found the bubblegum to begin with. She should have been more careful, she definitely knew better, she is 31 years old. That seems old enough to be responsible for keeping bubblegum out of your eyelashes. She works at the bank. Can you imagine trusting the teller, who is handling all of your money, when she lets bubblegum get all tangled up in her eyelashes. I guess she used peanut butter to try to get it out, but seems like it would have been messy, didn't ask what the outcome was, didn't care I suppose. Once someone said that ice helps. I didn't tell Sofia that, maybe I should have. She will figure it out, she has to go to work anyway and it would be a good way to get fired with a mess on your face. We are going to dinner later, I hope she feels better. I'm not letting her get bubblegum ice cream for dessert, that is her favorite. It might just be a good idea to take a break for a little while. Or maybe to only chew it when I'm out of town, so I don't have to pretend that I feel sorry for her, I don't really. Sure, I have been in sticky situations and made messes with food, but never as much as Sofia. This isn't the first or the second or the third, more like the 500th time she has done something like this. Might be for attention, maybe she gets bored with being regular. Who knows. Too bad I like her too much and don't want to hurt her feelings by telling her that I care in the way that it is bothersome to me. Maybe it actually doesn't bother me that much after all.