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I’ve written before here about the staff at Sephora and the lift they have unwittingly provided when I have felt low or broke (or both) at varying times. Most recently I was trying to decide between various eye creams (which are please-give-me-a-whiff-of-oxygen expensive) but last a very long time and do provide a vital service. I also learned that even the tiny amount I was patting on with my ring finger (yes, I hang on their every word!) was excessive. As my Sephora counselor of the day laughed “Girl, you’ve been using enough there for four eyes!”
And so it came to pass that in order to make my decision easier, she spooned a button sized amount of the eye elixir into a tiny plastic sleeve for me to take home and sample. She also did not make me feel like I was down and out or an older woman who has to decide between make-up and you know, lentils for the week so I left the store, light and ready to begin afresh with my French eye cream that smelled very lightly of flowers. I was radiant. I was Chrissie Hynde. I was hopeful and happy.The next morning ready to do my make-up, I got the cream out, inhaling deeply as I sniffed the little bag again preparing myself for this bit of French luxury. I could hear my phone buzzing in my purse downstairs and since I am rarely called, I popped downstairs to retrieve it. I returned to my desk (which has the only decent light in the house) and noticed that the tiny bag was gone. Disbelieving, I looked everywhere.
It was then that I noticed my Siamese cat casually (a little TOO casually) tending his bottom with his leg over his head. He paused briefly to give me a look. I also noticed the Sephora sleeve – now eerily transparent – licked completely clean, folded right beside him. His nose had a soft, smooth gleam not unlike a dark buttery leather glove and I thought I could detect notes of gardenia on his breath.
Can you even believe this. What a sad, sad story. It’s a good thing he has a great deal of personal charm …
I love that story, but I love the title more!
Haha! Thank you!