There have been a few tears this week, mostly hysterical tears of laughter amongst the troops. Waiting for a baby isn't only hard on the Mother you know, colleagues desperate to get the first look, whip themselves into quite a frenzy too. But this week, we have had no less than three emotional moments on the counter.
The first one we got by proxy, a lady on her way to a meeting had fallen over, up the steps to the store. Luckily, one of our crack team of store detectives, picked her up and brought her to us. We patched her up, but the shock was too much, in the face of our kindness, weeping ensued. You will be glad to know that we restored her dignity, mascara and confidence, sending her fragrant and beautiful back into the world like the little cosmetic angels we are.
Our second affair was strangely beautiful. Miss Pankhurst had shored up a bad tempered, soon to be bride, whose mother declared she no longer looked like a 'washed out dishcloth', leaving them both in tears. Personally, the beauty for me, was in the rebellion I saw in the daughters eyes. Whilst they bought everything, I don't believe the 'dishcloth' will be wearing it.
Finally, I was very disturbed when a lady trying on foundation, told me about an experience she had in another store. Apparently, she had nipped in to buy something for a friend. As she browsed, a tangerine dream , fluttering her falsie's popped up to inform her that,
'These aren't for you.'
Now, she was statuesque and by her own admission a little older than the brand was aimed at, but the humiliation showed itself in the tears that slid down her face. What is the world coming to when some snotty little teenager can humiliate a woman like that?
Surely, anyone can buy anything they want, whenever they want, especially when it's make up. Because after all, it's only bloody make up!
We swear by the god of cosmetics, that such a thing will never happen at our counter. Not while 'She Who Must be Obeyed' rules anyway
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