Monday, July 1, 2013

On Friday afternoon

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!!
IT SMELLS LIKE A FUCKING 2 X 4. I SHIT YOU NOT.
[RETCH]

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