“Why do you always put on so much makeup?” Sherri’s sister Teresa asked. “You’re going to work, not to a party.”
Sherri finished applying gloss to her lips and then dabbed them with a paper towel until they looked moist but not waxy. “You wouldn’t understand.”
When she was done, she stood back, put her hands on her hips and admired her self in the mirror. The Jack in the Box uniform consisted of an orange collared shirt that looked terrible on everybody. Maybe that was the plan. Make all the employees ugly so no one would look twice at them. While there was little she could do about the shirt, everything else was fair game, including the bra that was doing nothing for her. She peeled off her orange collared shirt and switched to a bra that gave her a little more oomph before putting her work shirt back on.
As Sherri brushed her hair and she looked at her sister’s uncomprehending reflection in the mirror. “I may not be the hottest girl in California but I can be the hottest girl in that Jack in the Box.”