Small talks

A cheerless preening peroxide babe remarked at the naturalness of my hair colour. 'Your deep bronze streaks are so subtly done, where did you get it and what colour is it'? She asked.

I told her it's the womb special. I got it while I was being cooked inside of my mother. It looks so natural cuz it is goddamn natural, and this hair colour is called DNA infusion.

Why do I feel like looking at everyone through a sniper scope? 

(In hindsight she was probably trying to make small talks with another bored waiting passenger, but an airport toilet is hardly the place to make conversations..or is it?)