The Wrath of Dawn
In which our heroine shows her true colours
In the pharmacy. Checking out the sample-sized tubes of hand moisturizing cream with a view to purchasing some for my purse.
I select one... unscrew the top to see what it smells like (because I hate most perfumes) and it... explodes on to my favourite scarf... Well. That's embarrassing.
So I wipe it off with my hand and proceed to the make-up department to get a tissue... and I can't get the damn stuff wiped off. Three tissues later... it's still somehow squoozing back onto my hand. And my gloves, which I'm also holding.
Finally, get it contained. Decide to look at a Christmas gift pack of something and... get some kind of lipstick/lip gloss someone else has gotten on the tag on my finger.
WT??? Go through the same routine trying to divest myself of said cosmetological substance.
Colour me CLUMSY.
Posted by WrathofDawn at 7:52 p.m.
8 Comments:
Just watch out for the rakes and teh mind your head signs.
The what... OW!
Victim of cosmetic radiation.
:-) But it makes for a lovely post!
Pearl
It's true! Finally, being a clumsy dork pays off.
So which moisturizer did you end up buying?
I bought nothing! It was a tube of St. Ives that attacked me so viciously. I just wanted to sniff it as I'm very fussy about scents. There was really no need to fling itself out of the tube like that. I would have taken it home with me and loved it and hugged it and called it George.
Why does your purse need hand moisturising cream?
...Jared...
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