Sometimes, there wasn't enough hairspray in the world to keep your pantyhose from tearing. As she could feel her pantyhose tear because of unwanted friction of skin and tile, Alexa glanced to the side, only to see a woman who was precariously balancing grocery bags. "If you have hands to spare," Alexa told her kindly as she picked up a manila folder from the floor in an awkward position and its contents dumped themselves on the floor. Ack. Her movements turned hurried and careless as she nodded. "Please do."
The bun on her head was loosening and strands of hair were falling over her face. "This is just godawful a mess that's got me frantic like a sinner in church."