A young lass who I had picked up was wearing bright pink pyjamas, which believe it or not is not at all unusual in these parts.
It’s mainly the Sunday mornings when they have stayed over with friends after a night out; they don't like to go home in the previous nights clothes.
But this was on a Tuesday afternoon and she had not a hair out of place and was adorned in lots of fresh heavy duty makeup.
She must have troweled that much on herself that even her hands were covered in the stuff judging by the multiple handprints she left all over the back seats and doors.
It must have been super industrial strength because it was a nightmare to clean off, pity the poor guy who gets any of that on his collar.