I think I have to officially boycott Lancome now. I went to the mall to replenish my moisturizer today. I walked up to the Lancome counter and said that the moisturizer I had been using is a little too heavy for my needs. I have perfectly clear, unblemished, and normal skin, so I don't need tons of moisture. The twenty-something girl behind the counter looks me over, leans in, gets a slightly embarrassed and pained expression on her face and half whispers, "I'm so sorry to have to ask this, but um...what age range are we looking at?"
Without really thinking, I just blurt out my age--29 (and I've only been that old for 3 weeks, might I add.)
She then says in a surprised voice with her head cocked to the left, "OH! Then you just need what's in this row. Do you want the day cream only?" I tell her to just wrap it up and wait for the humiliating transaction to finish while JP is behind me trying not to swallow his own tongue laughing. JP is nothing if not sensitive.
So apparently it's a total goddamn shock that I'm 29. To hell with you Lancome Bitch. I will find another cream for my GORGEOUS, YOUNG face.
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It was probably only a shock to the salesperson because she thought you looked 23!
You do sound as if you are getting a little crotchety in your "matureness" though...Sigh. We are getting so old!
I think it was the sheer shock and OH! that she gave me that put me on guard. It can't be THAT shocking. Makes me wonder what she would have guessed had I not volunteered the information.
And I am getting crotchety because I recognize all the problems with society that I can't fix and just have to wade through until my evil empire takes over.
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