You and I are so different, we're practically the same.
I say to the man rudely speaking over me from the other side of the mirror.
He turns around, perturbed. Then looks at me again.
You talking to me? His neck jerks, as though he's been coined as the lastest contemporary slur.
Yes. I confirm. And you might want to fix your hair. Its horrendous from the back.
Have you seen yours? Snappy. He sizes me up an down.
No. Confused. What's he on about? How am I supposed to...