This goes back to last year, just before the pandemic.
I was walking around in Duane Reade, waiting to hear news about Trump being impeached. As you can imagine, I was distracted. Little did I notice, there was an older (50s or 60s) man of Indian descent following me down the aisles.
When I finally looked up, he mumbled something to me and, with both hands, gestured to two lipsticks.
I couldn't tell what he was saying. Was he picking them out for his wife? Himself?
Trying not to be too awkward about this, I pointed to the redder of the two lipsticks, feeling he would look good in that color, and that most women I know like red shades.
He began to say something else, but I walked away.