In a rush this morning.
School run then a 'chat' with someone about work. Not an interview per se but first time we've met (apart from a previous quick introduction) to talk about possible work thing...
Typical Monday morning: Me yelling for people to get ready, DH rushing/ironing shirt for work, DD refusing to brush her teeth because 'the white might come off' and DS wandering around, hair sticking up fiddling with bits of lego.
Get to school in the nick of time but only as I am sans make up. But I have had the foresight to throw a few bits in my bag to apply in the car.
I haven't had time to moisturise or anything and my hands feel dry as well. I know that next to the cafe where I am meeting work person, there is a nice pharmacy with lovely skincare ranges inc testers, so with 5 mins to spare, I park up and head in their to 'test' a bit of hand cream and moisturiser (plan is to then go back to the car to put on minimal make up rather than go to the cafe loo as person might be there already).
Head for skincare, grab hand cream, squeeze greedy generous amount into palms and start rubbing.
It is a coarse exfoliator 
It is also very greasy.
No tissues, no way of washing hands
So I now basically have hands slathered in oil and grit.
And then for some UNKNOWN FUCKING REASON I WIPE MY HANDS ON MY CHEEKS. WHY??????????????
Desperate, I try to 'dilute' sand hands and face with actual moisturiser which basically just spreads it about more.
I am now also 5 mins late.
Leave chemist, go to cafe in hope that I can get to the loo and de-grit myself but no, person sees me, stands up in greeting and I am forced to shake hands, smile and start chatting as thought I had shiny hair, full make up and soft hands instead of hair with blatant bits of sand in the hairline, a sheen of oil and grit on my face and hands absolutely slathered in exfoliator
I even left grains of the cup every time i picked it up.
By the time I had relaxed enough to get to the point where I could have maybe explained it away as a funny anecdote, it was far too late to mention it.
Home now. Am completely mortified. And grainy.
He will think I am mad won't he?