I went to Bloomingdales the day before yesterday to buy some make up with a gift card I had.
The salesgirl was trying to talk me into buying this very expensive moisturizer. I kept saying no but she didn’t really want to take no for an answer.
She proceeded to tell me all the reasons why it was imperative that I make this purchase. From crappy pores to wrinkles that won’t quit. I’ve always felt that the women in make up departments train in Auschwitz and go right to Saks.
Finally I said that since my husband had left me after 36 years I simply couldn’t afford it. And I burst into tears.
The lady from Clinique wrapped her arms around me and held me for about 3 minutes.
She threw a bunch of free samples in my bag and I went on my way.
I think I’ll hit Bergdorf’s next