As I was brushing Tigger's fur, all I could think about was the BSC meeting. That dumb little incident was still in my mind. I kept picturing that model with the hairstyle I liked.
People say that kind of thing all the time.
But still, it was sticking in my mind like a piece of bubble gum under a table top. I picked up this little hand mirror I have on my desk. I saw a decent neat-looking girl with sort of blah hair and a gloomy face. No big deal. Not everyone can be a super-model.