Last Sunday, I was in Clery's beauty emporium introducing Himself to Kirstie's beloved Lancome Virtuose mascara. I was just getting started about the KeepCurl brush and the fabilis lasting curves it could deliver when Himself's eyes started to glaze over. Just then, the lovely blonde Lancome sales assistant asked me if I'd like a sample of it to take home and try.
That's right. She offered a sample without me having to rattle off the usual spiel of how I've heard loads about it and wow it looks great and I'm definitely going to get it at some stage but I'd really like to try it out myself first In Real Life before I shell out my sheckles.
I was so startled, I didn't know what to say at first, and when I did thank her, what did I come out with? "Oh! Thanks an awful lot" in this wierdly plummy voice. I'm blaming it on the dangerous combination of complete shock and retainer wearing.
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Anyways, it got me thinking about the good, the bad, and the occasionally outrageously rude SAs that we come across at make-up counters. Who do you find stingy with samples or tight with testers? Who looks at you like you've more than the usual number of heads when you ask them for a bit of their new foundation in the pot you've so thoughtfully provided?
And, credit where credit's due: let us give thanks for the wee gems you do sometimes meet in the course of your beauty exploits who are so nice that they make you say flippin' stupid things through the haze of your gratitude.
