Maybe it's Maybelline

I don't know how you spend your time at work. Me, I apply pancake makeup to the Reverend Al Sharpton.

Sure I have no background in make-up artistry; but my eyeliner was looking pretty symmetrical yesterday so that might have had some influence in my recruitment for the job.

I'll admit that I had some doubts about my ability, having never really applied make-up to a man that wasn't passed out drunk, but I figured it couldn't be too hard.

And so it was that I found myself powdering the nose of one of the country's most prominent civil rights activists.

Feigning the confidence of a seasoned pro, I swept that makeup sponge across his face with the precision and grace of modern day Rembrandt, all the while resisting the urge to run my fingers through that luxiourous mane of hair.

As he slid in front of the camera and put in his earpiece, I marvelled at my masterpiece from the wings, tears welling in my eyes.