MY MAKEUP, MY MAKEUP.

For almost twenty years now, whenever I hear the word "lines" or "makeup," my brain immediately says the words "five minutes people, five minutes," forcing my mouth to say outloud one of the following two phrases:

In a strange giraffe-voice, My lines, my lines, I can't remember my lines.

Or in a warbling, high-pitched voice, My makeup, my makeup!

The source of this madness is, of course, a commercial for the Detroit Zoo that ran constantly in the 80's.



I don't think I'll ever shake this involuntary reaction to the words "lines" and "makeup." And I'm not sure I want to.