A woman, who looked like she was on her way to the opera, ran in front of me, groceries in one hand and two school-aged children in the other, in an attempt to catch the minibus, which was slowly departing from the bus stop. Watching the scene unfold, I couldn't help but stare.
At first, I felt a bit embarrassed. Looking down to compare my appearance to her evening makeup, manicure, straight-ironed hair, 5-in stilettos and intricate outfit, I couldn't help but feel like a slob. I was wearing a camisole, cargo pants and a pair of sneakers. My makeup consisted of a few strokes of mascara and a bit of lip balm. My hair was still damp, slowly drying in a simply ponytail.