I am a weak and useless, spineless, and I did what I deserve ... yes yes! Thanks for any / vendor / is a little bit smarter / e looking to earn commissions honestly, and prays every night to fall back on specimens like me. I do not blame you, life is so made that I forgive you. Will, without turning, goes where the wind takes you .... I digress here, I know.
Yesterday, in a snowstorm I felt the impulse that blameless, despite the natural elements unleashed, I was driving a not agreed to a perfumery. I think within a radius of two kilometers I was the only resident of the city of Lausanne to walk with a not so sure he would pass a guard of the Red Square during a celebration in memory of little father of the fatherland, for playmobil.
I had the impression that the flakes of snow and the wind does not reach me until the urge to spray me my daily budget tingling hands. In short, this approach is victorious and proud that motivated by the lamination of a compulsive review girl ... I saw an advertisement. From a foundation. In less time than necessary, the station sitting in a hot coffee to sip spirits a delicious tea, I found myself at the feet of a perfume to the other side of town .... The felted
not you surprise me they place soft carpets for Christmas, these pigs ...- I approached a saleswoman. Very beautiful and fragrant lady. I gave the product number, and the haughty lady too, I watched the air or compassionate and condescending. But .... but very soon deep in his eyes of cougar I detected a flash of opportunism .... she asked me to follow and we approached a sublime display. She looked at me with a knowing look and asked permission to grab my wrist (I hate that one key to my wrist but in this case I can only blame myself Also, be vain, spineless, useless etc.. and I handed her my wrists so that she chooses the best) of course I gave. She pushed the deputy to approach my wrist and my jaw in a posh French she explained as politely as possible that the goal is to identify I do not know what .... cold or hot. I'm pretty hot under it. I watched with eyes valve (it's obvious that much?) But then she told me reassured: I have a warm skin tone .... and well, she would have enough demand to see my passport, she could have avoided all this fuss. In short, we tried the foundation on the skin of the jaw because my wrist for some reason was no longer the case, several shade of foundation, and oh miracle, as a last there was one that the laboratory has designed for me, the girl with the warm skin! Pretty as any! A real baby skin south-am. I made three small jumps of happiness menus, the lady pretended not to notice, and we approached the cash register. It behind the cash bolt upright, without bothering me a micro view, has tapped a bunch of stuff ... I think she was bluffing. But finally the price appeared, in pretty blue and luminous letters on black background. And I almost fainted from syncope. Within a microsecond, I did the calculations and found that the micro foundation that corrects and removes micro, micro mega spray was what I spend on food for 7 days for my offspring and to myself.
Within a microsecond I was thunderstruck by common sense. So I pretended to try to buy time, hoping to approach the output of hides and underhanded manner. I searched my in my pockets, deep in my bag, everywhere where you put everything under carefully monitored in any of my actions by the stern eyes of the lady (in my opinion it is the sister of the boss, so she is the patroness of the perfume) has finally made the obvious. But between the first and last time it was: blown, like wanting to inflate a balloon, tapping nervously on her beautiful teak table with blood red fingernails, stared at me as wanting to find out what my IQ was no need go through the check written examination, she responded to one of his colleagues that if I had been his colleague it had been stuck in one, to finally hold their nose and lips at the same time as a lama in fury. I thought she was going to call the service you order for me to the door ... Briefly, I did not buy. Could not. But I could not.
Finally I came back, dragging my boots behind me and once reached the bottom of my building I realized that no, I had not rolled and dodged the weight of the world on my shoulders was none other than my coat and quench the weight of stalactites which were probably formed at the back of my pilgrimage.
And once removed All my diapers in the bathroom I also discovered that if people looked at me in the street was because the SALOOOPE did not bother to wipe my face the traces of this vile depths of Barbie-dyed slut and that I look like a paramilitary civil war in Central America.
And tonight I think I have a small horse fever peak.
