The opposite of Bliss
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
I was accosted when I stepped in the door by a loud 16 year old that claimed she had the perfect pair of pants for me. Um, no thanks, I answered. She continued to follow me around until I asked her to leave me alone, politely of course. I'm a lady, afterall.
She didn't of course, as this place must run on commission. She invited herself into my dressing room to give me a necklace that she just couldn't wait to show me. I told her to get out and then grabbed my clothes and high-tailed it out of there. I'll never go back!