The first thing I noticed was her smile.
It was full, and warm, and it matched the twinkle in her eyes.
I didn’t trust it at all.
She came up to me, and asked me if I ever had a facial.
“Yes, actually I have”. It had been a Father’s Day gift from my children.
“Well good! Can I talk to you for a few minutes about our product?”
She was gorgeous, and thin and she was wearing a filmy blouse that hinted of treasure.
I sighed. My little guy had taken over, while my brain shouted “NOTHING’S HAPPENING THIS IS A WASTE OF TIME WHAT ARE YOU DOING OH GOD OH GOD OKAY”
The sun was beginning to set, and the warmth of the summer night hugged us both as I followed her down the stairs of the little Yorkville shop.
“Is green your favourite colour? It’s mine.”
“No, actually my favourite colour is blue”. Why were we talking about colours, I wondered. She pointed at my green shirt. Oh.
“Why don’t you sit over there while I try this product on you.”
It wasn’t a question. I sat.
As she applied something to my arm (I have no idea what it was) she described the product and asked me bright questions while smiling. Truly I had no idea which end was up, what she was using on me, or where this was going. (Though I suspected).
“Are you married?” she asked.
I smiled. “No, not at all.”
“So you’re happy.”
I looked at her.
“You know, either you’re married or you’re happy”
I thought that was rather cynical. She carried on talking before I could pursue the thought.
I don’t know how we got around to talking about it but suddenly she mentioned tequila.
“I’ve never had tequila” I blurted.
“Really? Oh we’ll have to go to a bar so you can try it” she said.
The woman didn’t lack for confidence. I was kind of stunned though.
“We will? Oh, I mean yeah. We should definitely do that”
(“We’ll never do that” I thought)
“You’re eyes are hazel” she announced.
“No, my eyes are brown”
“No, my eyes are brown, yours are hazel”
Apparently this was not an argument. My place was to say yes. Even though I’ve had brown eyes all of my life.
I had to keep up with her. I nodded. She smiled.
She was such a pleasant winner. A good-looking winner.
Also I was such a pushover. I wondered how I was going to break the news to my family that I now had hazel eyes.
She turned to get another product. I noticed through her see-through top that she had a tattoo. It was comprised of some foreign words. I wanted to ask her about it, but she started talking again.
This time she was giving me the sales pitch.
“What do you want the most?”
(You, in my arms would be a good start) “Uh, what do you mean?”
“If you were to change anything about your face, what would it be?”
Oh. “Well, I suppose it would be the bags under my eyes”
She brightened. “I have the perfect product for that!”
(I’ll bet you do)
“Try this product” She rubbed it on my arm, which I’d like to point out was no where near my eye-bags.
“It’s infused with diamonds!” she enthused.
(Diamonds! That must mean…….uh, it means it’s likely expensive.)
“It’s guaranteed to help. But you should apply it only at night. No sense in putting it on at the start of your day. Gravity would just pull everything down.”
I was getting an education. I tried paying attention but she was so distracting.
She smiled the beautiful and satisfied grin of a predator. “Shall I package it all up for you?”
“All of the products!”
I smiled. “Well, I would need to know how much it costs.”
“Oh” she said. “It’s not that much. Normally it’s $1,600 for everything. But…..since it’s you – and don’t tell anyone else about this – I’ll give it to you for only $800.”
I smiled wider. “No, I don’t think so.”
She cocked her head and looked at me. “Maybe I can take a bit more off.” I shook my head. “Maybe I can give it to you for $700. But you can’t tell ANYONE.” She put a finger over her lips.
“No. I’m sorry. Can’t do it.”
She hesitated. Then, “well, if you could only have one product what would it be?”
“The eye thing I guess”.
“Oh well I can help you with that!” she was pleased with herself. “It’s only $400! Such a great deal.”
“Uh huh” I said. “Sorry, that’s too much.” I mentally punched myself. Why was I giving her these openings? I wasn’t going to part with a dime. Just thank her for her time and leave.
“Okay okay” she grimaced. “How about I give it to you for $160 and you don’t tell anyone?”
I looked at her. She looked at me. I thought about her whole spiel, and the time we’d spent together. I knew she was desperate for this sale. I also knew I didn’t need any of it, and could easily walk away.
Some stupid idiot inside of my brain said “don’t disappoint her. Just buy the damned thing and get out.”
I nodded. “Okay” I said, aloud.
“You’ll take it?”
“I’ll take it”
“Oh good!” she replied. “Let me ring it up.”
I proceeded to kick myself mentally. Hard.
“Maybe we can go to the bar sometime next week” she said.
The idiot inside of me said “see? Totally worth it, dude!”
I mentally replied to the idiot “there’s no way she’s going to a bar with me. It was all about the sale.” The idiot went into a pout.
“Here, let me get your phone number. I’ll call you on Monday, and we can get together. Here’s my number, too.”
The inner idiot smirked. “See? And you thought she was faking an interest. Who’s the idiot now?”
I smiled, took my purchase and left.
Later that weekend I checked online. Apparently the product I bought normally went for $400. So I did get a good deal.
After not getting her phone call on Monday I called her on Tuesday. It took her a few moments to remember who I was.
“Oh, I’m at home right now. How about I call you tomorrow?”
“Okay” I said.
(“I’m at home now”? What the hell was up with that? )
She never got back to me of course.
If it’s too good to be true……