OK. If you don't laugh at this story something is wrong with you. I'm laughing to keep from crying. The truth hurts.
I ran to Beall's yesterday to pick up some make up from the Estee Lauder girl. You know the one. Perfect skin. Not a pore in sight. No make up unless mascara. Flawless. Young. Dewy. Plus, very sweet and helpful. I'm trying not to stare but raw beauty stuns me since I am, unashamedly vain.
Before I stopped by to stare at her, I ran over to check out these brown pants that I had seen before Christmas. I thought they might be on sale. I figured if my size was there then they were meant to be mine. There they were. So, I grabbed them and dashed over to Miss Estee Lauder covergirl.
I couldn't tell the sale price because someone had yanked the tag off but when covergirl rang them up these $38.00 pants rang up $ 6.99. "YIKES", I said. She just lightly tossed her perfect little ponytail and said,"well I can't believe these are on for such a great price." She even admitted there must be a mistake and went to check. There wasn't another pair to compare it to so....I got them for $ 6.99. She looked at me and said did I see any other sizes in them in maybe another color? I thought to myself, "Oh bless her...she wants a pair too."
Then she ruined it and said........."my mom could use some new pants."