So I want to buy a tube of that Benefit POREfessional product I went on and on about. My funds are limited, but I'm thinking I'd rather have it than dinner and a movie; however, when I start that internal monologue, I remember that I need somewhere to go, so I have a reason to wear the POREfessional. Then, it turns into the, yea, well, there are those times when I've been known to wear a belly dancing costume or a prom dress with full make-up when cleaning the toilet. Then, it goes on and on like that for a few more seconds. I think fast.
Well, I've decided I want to buy the stuff, and that means I have to go to Ulta and have a conversation with the workers I've come to know too well so well they should probably get invited to my wedding. We even have nicknames. There are times when I wish I would have started off on an aloof, icy foot with people, particularly people who work at my favorite stores, so I don't have to be pleasant when I just don't want to be pleasant. That shit is hard to maintain, but I feel like I can't stop being friendly once I start. And there's the two Target workers I see all the time. I've even gone through one's check-out twice in one day. I try to avoid them unless there is no alternative check-out. Oh and the pharmacy, that might be the worst. We're within a gnat's ass of going to lunch together. In the end, I decided that I'd rather pay the $5.25 for shipping and not get to use my $3.50 off $10.00 purchase coupon rather than have to put on pants to go out in public and have to smile and act interested and cheerful.
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