Well, usually it's because they're drunk or forgot to put on their fake eye lashes.
The mommy version of that is when you usher your kid out of a restaurant, half hiding them in their own coat, with a Cinderella doll gripped under one arm, praying that you can get them out of there before getting a dozen stares that say "how dare you bring a child to a restaurant at noon".
The stares are worse than any paparazzi shot could ever be.
This is how we exited a restaurant in Falmouth this afternoon. I do not wish to repeat this job.
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