So today whilst shopping I stopped at the horribly dangerous neighborhood make-uppy store. There's something about cosmetics that fascinate me, even though I'm not a user. Okay, well, not too much of a user.
(Side note: strangely enough, stationery stores have the same pull. Go figure.)
The said make-uppy store was having a sale on their liter 'poos so I decided to take advantage, as I'm almost out. And since cousin Kati has grad-eated from her school, she's spoiled cheap things such as Green Fruit for me - saying such is horribly bad for hair. sigh. So, when normally bank breaking materials are on sale! Woo-ee!
Ahem. The narration continues below.
I'm at the store for awhile, deciding which to get. I won't bore you with the details.
In the normal store etiquette, I refuse help from Salesperson #1 because I'm still looking around. Then, as I decide what I really am to get, I accept help from Saleperson # 2. Thankfully she even had an established opinion on which tinted moisturizer to use.
(Other side note: for some reason, talking about specific cosmetic products publicly is reminiscent of talking about bras and other feminine products. I think I have issues. Side note within side note: Are there any of the female gender who are happy that there is finally an equality of embarrassing commercials?? If it wasn't so embarrassing, perhaps I would blog about it.)
Time is spent texting said cousin about some Buzzy products she had wanted me to check out. Deciding
Then, I decide to find some blush. I can't believe I'm writing this.
Then, I decide to find some blush. I can't believe I'm writing this.
After realizing it's past time for me to go, I look to Salesperson # 3 who refers me to Special Product Rep Lady. She shows me the product, tells me I should try Plum, because even though some people are afraid of Plum, because it's purple, it would work really well, because it would bring our my blue/green eyes.
First of all, my eyes are brown.
Second of all, whatever.
This is the first incident: She sits me down in the chair, and says:
SPRL: Whoa! Your eyelashes are incredibly long!
Me: Really?
SPRL: uh, like, Ya. You probably get compliments all the time about them.
Me: Umm, not really.
SPRL: Oh, well you should.
Me: Oh, okay.
Then she proceeds to cover my entire cheek with said Plum blush.
SPRL: See, don't you see how nice it looks?
Me: mmhmm.
My head: Ya, especially since it covers my entire face!
Me: Well, thanks for your time.
I then proceed to the line to check out.
This is Ego Stroking Moment # 2.
Salesperson # 1 AND Special Product Rep Lady both come over to me in a hurry, and ask me where I got my shoes.
Wow.
I do think they're pretty neat-o shoes, and was happy they received a warm, albeit a bit creepy, welcome on their first showing in the NC. (Its been a bit too nippy for them the past little while.)
May you too be complimented on your abnormally long lashes, and your five-toed shoes by black wearing, cosmetic selling Sales Persons and Special Product Rep Ladies.
The End.
Anyone else have random compliments they've been given?
4 comments:
I do remember your incredible long lashes. :) And thank you for actually typing the secret words and just changing the color so really determined readers like me can know what you are talking about. My sisters call them Party Supplies, no one ever knows what they are talking about.
Which shoes were they? The pink ones? And your eyelashes are very nice. And I've received many a weird compliment, but my all-time favorite was when I was told I had nice ears, and they were elf-like.
I think you need to post a picture of the shoes. It's part of the story.
People tell me my son is chubby. Does that count??
Breckster: If you don't mind, I may start using the whole party supply thing. I do believe that is brilliant! And, I'm glad that you were able to find out the 'secret words.' I almost left them out, but figured they weren't truly embarrassing enough.
And what I remember about you, among other things, is your brilliant laugh, and your lovely singing voice!
Miss Scarlet: They were not the pink shoes. I think I have worn those, but only to church, because I have to remember how to walk in the blasted things.
I hope you got his number!
merrily: Okay, I'll eventually get a picture up. And, you do have a cute chubby son, but from the pictures, it looks as if he's starting to grow out of the chub.
Not to cheat, but I love all three of your guys' laughs! They make me happy. Too bad that can't be replicated visually.
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