So this is a story, as told to me, by Helene, who works at another store like mine. She reads the blog, and found it intensely appropriate, as do I.
I was in the store, and this woman came in, all dolled up for a date, looking for breath spray. I told her that her best bet would be Walgreens, or something along those lines, since we don't carry that.
Why not? We should talk to someone at Corporate. That could be a good product...Anyway, back to Helene's story.
She puttered around for a little while, and then asked me a very strange question.
"Does it look like I haven't shaved my legs?"
I looked, and yes, it was pretty obvious. But how do you answer that question? So I said something along the lines of "Well, now that you point it out, sort of...But if you hadn't, I might not have noticed..."
Helene, by the way, is a big liar.
So the woman looks at her legs, and is like, "But is it really obvious?" Strange thing was, she was hopeful.
She wanted hairy legs.
Apparently, the guy that she was meeting likes that look. Which is insane. Where do you even find people like that?! Had to have been an online hook-up or something.
So I was like "Yeah, sure. They're hairy. You're golden."
She left the store, and started talking to some guy in a car. I memorized the details, just in case her dead body showed up somewhere the next day.
I saw them later, walking down the street, clearly on their date, so I guess it was valid or whatever. Weird people.
I have to echo Helene's opinion of all of this. What kind of crack-addict wants hairy legs on his woman? I mean, really. That's just weird. Granted, it is true that most guys don't mind hacking through the forest as long as they're getting where they're going, but still...
Hairy legs are an eventuality of marriage. Not a first date.
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