I walked inside the Yankee Candle shop.
I don't know why I did it (ok, that's a lie--there was a 75% off sign in the window).
But I'll never do it again.
Wanna know why (other than the fact that spending $29 on a candle would send me into orbit)?
Because, as soon as I walked in I was accosted by the salesgirl equivalent of a mosquito.
Sales Girl: Hi! How are you doing today?
Me: Fine, thanks.
SG: Looking for anything in particular?
Me: Nope.
SG: Just looking around?
Me: [nodding at this point, hoping she'll get the point]
SG: We're having a big sale!
Me: [Curt nod.]
SG: Ok, well let me know if you need anything and I'll be back to check on you.
sigh.
The store is the size of a walk-in closet. No need to check in, but whatever.
SG comes back: Is there a special kind of scent that you're interested in?
Me: Nope.
SG: Just things that smell GREAT, am I right? ME TOO!
And then she just kept going without any acknowledgement on my part:
SG: You should smell this dreamscicle one! It's, like, so amazing!
SG: What about this Red Velvet Cake one? Oh My God, it makes me so hungry!
SG: If you like the way fruit smells, you'll LOVE THIS ONE!
At this point, I ran from the store. I'm sure she's shocked that she did not make a sale.
NEVER again.
But before I did, I was able to snap a pic of the most disgusting one.
Want your house to smell like a construction site? You're in luck!!
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