Continued...
This kind of "professional advice" I'm offering as though I've been a "stylist" for a decade is the benefit of being able to stand bravely in your years of living and say, "Hey, I'm just like State Farm's Insurance! 'I know a thing or two!'" It's also the benefit of being able to bullshit with the best of 'em. Or, if you're an actor, improv with the best of 'em.
An hour and a half talking about tankinis. We looked for that thing for a looooooong time. We put things into the basket. We took things out of the basket. We put something else into the basket. We discussed the basket. And after all of that time, she informed me that she had no credit card but wanted to pay with some Visa gift cards. Which didn't work. She has to go to the store to pay. Ta-da!
But my favorite person who calls is the one who is truly ticked. off. She is blowing off steam, but not particularly at me. At the store, yes. Her bitterness is reserved for the fact that no one answers the phones at the stores "anymore". She is pissed off because she has been trying to take care of her garment problem for days, and can't get anyone to deal with her. So she tells me succinctly, "You know, if they don't get their shit together, they are going to go the way of ..." and she impressively rattles off names of stores that no longer exist.
"And you know, it's nice that they put on the SPECIAL EVENT..." she says and I think that she is going to fold in some kudos for the store. Maybe balance out her message here. And instead she says, "but really...who cares..." All I can say to that is:
MIC DROP.
An hour and a half talking about tankinis. We looked for that thing for a looooooong time. We put things into the basket. We took things out of the basket. We put something else into the basket. We discussed the basket. And after all of that time, she informed me that she had no credit card but wanted to pay with some Visa gift cards. Which didn't work. She has to go to the store to pay. Ta-da!
But my favorite person who calls is the one who is truly ticked. off. She is blowing off steam, but not particularly at me. At the store, yes. Her bitterness is reserved for the fact that no one answers the phones at the stores "anymore". She is pissed off because she has been trying to take care of her garment problem for days, and can't get anyone to deal with her. So she tells me succinctly, "You know, if they don't get their shit together, they are going to go the way of ..." and she impressively rattles off names of stores that no longer exist.
"And you know, it's nice that they put on the SPECIAL EVENT..." she says and I think that she is going to fold in some kudos for the store. Maybe balance out her message here. And instead she says, "but really...who cares..." All I can say to that is:
MIC DROP.
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