Each morning, I can choose not to apply my remarkably sticky lip gloss until I'm close to the office. I can choose not to apply it when I still have several windy blocks to walk. Making that choice would mean that the wind, supercharged by the height of the buildings, would not have the opportunity to 1) cement my blowing hair to my goopy lips and then 2) rip the hair off the lipgloss and drag it across my cheeks, thus transferring the gloss from my mouth onto my face. I could enter the office, then, without stripes of fuchsia adorning my visage. Perhaps someday, I will make that choice. Until then, I will evidently continue to choose to apply it on the train, thinking "Oh, uh, maybe today won't be windy." Maybe indeed.