Character Description #2

This is my second attempt at the Character Description. This is actually the one I started to write first, but was not doing well. I think I improved it...but it still seems pretty weak. This person was someone I saw with my oldest sister while visiting my mother in Hale. I made an inappropriate comment about the people in Hale...and it made this stick in my head. I think the one I posted first is the better of the two. I am posting this just for more practice.


Mindy is staring at herself in the mirror. Her hair was still wet from the shower – the drops running down her back. She feels there is a lot of work she is going to have to do today. Her eyes feel puffy, though she knows they look no different from any other day.

This has potential to be a big day. Her shift at Food Pride starts right around the noon rush. Mindy loves the holiday weekends. This is usually when the boys, “or trunk-slammers” as the older locals call them, come up from downstate. They will be stopping by the Food Pride, picking up cases of beer and bags of chips, before they go off four wheeling or fishing. These guys live their beer. It is amazing Anheuser-Busch sold out to those damn foreigners. If the bigwigs ever visited places like here, they would see how many true Americans drink their Buds. Even the down-state guys do.

As she straightens her hair, she dreams about leaving this hellhole. Possibly moving down state. She has talked to enough of her customers to envision where she wants to live. There are just no worthy local boys up here.

Mindy opens the cabinet above the sink. A few tubes of lip gloss and mascara fall out. She sees the unopened box of hair dye and silently curses. This would be a perfect time to have used it. Some highlights at minimum would have been nice. She reaches for the wrinkle remover. It lessens the bags under her eyes, but does wonders for the crow’s feet. As she is applying the cream, she notices that she is starting to get lines around her lips too. Can she really be getting more wrinkles? That is why Mindy dreads every birthday. She is getting older, and she gets less attention from the guys at Food Pride.

After she finishes putting on some makeup, she practices smiling. Food Pride doesn’t approve of a lot of makeup, but she puts on the types that make her look natural - and younger. She searches her room for the perfect outfit. Clothes are tossed in a pile in a corner. She has not had time to do laundry yet this week. The selection she has that is appropriate for work is sparse. Mindy spends more of her time on her “going out” clothes. Most of the time, she does not care what she looks like at Food Pride. Today, she cares. Mindy pulls out the nicest pair of jeans from her dresser. They are tight, and she feels shows off her ass pretty good. She pulls out a white top. It is slightly tight, but when wearing the appropriate bra, it shows off the shapes she wants people to see, while hiding some of the areas she wants to remain hidden.

After Mindy is dressed, she rushes goes to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. She wishes she had one of those thermoses so she could drink on the road, but has to settle for quickly drinking from one of the small mugs in the cupboard. Most of them she got as free samples…this one from a local realtor. She pours a cup from her Mr. Coffee machine, adds some Food Pride brand artificial sweetener, and glances at the time. Though she got up early, she still seems like she has to rush to not be late.

She grabs her keys, cigarettes, and brown, faux leather purse from the countertop. She hops in her white ’97 Grand Am and heads for work. It is another summer season, and this time she is going to make the most of it.