Haggardish

I woke up with bags under my eyes that could hold soup.

He looked like he’d been run over by a bus and then yelled at by a ghost.

She showed up to work with a hairpin in her forehead and a look that said ‘I’m not even sorry.’

He fell asleep during the lunch break and didn’t wake up until the fire alarm went off.

She was so haggardish she drooled on her keyboard.

He looked like he’d been dragged through a mud puddle and then forgotten about.

He had a coffee cup glued to his forehead and still managed to scream at the printer.

She looked like she’d been hit by a bus and then asked for a second opinion.

He came in with a hair out of place and a look that said, ‘I’ve had enough.’

He looked like he’d been running from a bear for a week.

She had a face like a sock that’s been in the dryer for too long.

He came in with a coffee in one hand and a headache in the other.

He looked like he’d been chased by a dog, a cat, and a raccoon all at once.

She had bags under her eyes that could hold a lake.

He showed up with a hairpin in his mouth and a look that said ‘I’m not even here.’

He had a face like a pancake that had been stepped on.

She looked like she’d been hit by a truck and then asked for a discount.

He came in with a coffee stain on his shirt and a look that said, ‘I’ve had it.’