As you walk to the back room where all the polishes are stored you spot a woman in her mid 40's. She had short dark brown hair, barely touching her ears. Although you could not gage her exact hight, you could tell she was short, maybe 5.4 or 5.3. Her petite hight was not the fact with her mid-section however. She, for lack of a better word, was fat. She too, was getting a pedicure and you glimpse a light pink bottle of polish labeled Cotton Candy Pink.
She was explaining to her stylist, "My daughter is a cheerleader you know, she is going to regionals tomorrow and all of the cheerleaders are going to get manicures with Cotton Candy Pink later so they can really blend as a team. I guess it is some sort team-building, girls night out thing."
So that is what the kids are wearing these days, Cotton Candy Pink. As you walk away you look back just once you see inside the bottle. The polish was swirling, a vortex of pink bubbliness. Looking at all of the shades red, all you can think of is the swirling polish the woman was getting. Finally you submit to the urge to get that Cotton Candy Pink polish. "I want the Cotton Candy polish." you say hesitantly.