Today I decided to finally take care of my skin with some premium product.
Yes, I can finally afford to take care of my oily force field surrounding my fat. I decide to go into a certain beauty product store since I know they’ll have almost every thing you can put on your skin known to man(woman?)kind. Unfortunately, they tend to cater to the opposite sex. I go with one mission, find something that works on my face. I do this with the same attitude I go in to target with. Go in, get what you need, gtfo! Unfortunately they decide to make the products in french. There are literally tons or products you can put on your face. Before I start to go crazy and just start throwing things around, i’m forced to actually ask someone for help. Apparently there is such a thing as a skin professional (I should have asked to see her license, or maybe her credentials?). So now instead of being in this store for 5 minutes, i’m there for about 40 and talking to two employees. I must look like the most ridiculous man ever to walk into this store. Since my embarrassment is basically down the drain i’m just throwing in as many questions that are relevant to my face. Will it keep my face oil free without damaging it, will my skin peel off, is there any way to get the same product without having to sell my soul…? So, if it does this to my arm…what will it do to my face? No I don’t want to tell you how old I am, i’m aware that I look young and yes I still breakout. After about 15-20 minutes of banter I’m finally able to get the hell out. Then there’s the checkout line..”no I don’t have a membership and I don’t think i’ll ever apply for one, has hell frozen over? Finally after being stuck in this store i’m able to leave…not without getting the most feminine (girliest?) bag to place my products in. Well at least my face will be happy.
Next time i’m just ordering this stuff online.