At Heathrow airport

So, I am done with border control in the UK and I am patiently waiting for Blondie to go through the foreigners line (how does it feel huh?). As I am waiting I see this short blonde lady coming through the border control. She is kind of stylish, wearing nice jeans and a black top. As she gets closer I see her face and start thinking.."oh my God, how many plastic surgeries did she have?". Then I am also thinking.."she is a woman isn't she?". She looks at me and I try not to make eye contact.

She is past gone. Blondie is done with the border control. I can see the smile breaking when she gets close to me. She is full of excitement when she asks me "Oh my God, have you seen Donatella Versace passing right next to you?"