As I walked through the store, dodging "helpful" salespeople who were bound and determined to spray me with smells I'd find in bordello, I settled on a few purchases and trudged up to the counter to pay. If I was going to pay full price for everything less than a month ago, I was bound and determined to pick up on a few sales tonight. (This also makes me a sucker just like everyone else who paid full price for the holidays and was also bound and determined to "save" now.) I even managed to make it to the counter without the scent of dirty hooker emanating from my pulse points.
As I've lamented before, I have one of those faces, I guess, that makes people want to talk to me and divulge things I'd rather not know. Tonight, it happened again.
Lady at the counter: Oooh, Wallflowers. These really make your house smell really good.
Me: Yep.
Lady at the counter: I have a broccoli-eating dog.
Me:
Lady at the counter: I mean, he really eats a lot of that stuff.
Me:
Lady at the counter: Sends you right out of the room.
Me:
Since it's the post-holiday retail lull I can only imagine the BBW had their B-team working tonight, but something inside made me wish for a spray to make people disappear.
3 comments:
love your breakdown of the dialogue between you and 'way too much information woman'. hilarious.
xo
kelly
I love the way you write.
Kel and Eddie: THANK YOU!!!
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