Lip Service

This was on Friday evening where I was at Watson's at Far East Plaza with airen. I was dressed up ok that night, in skirts and all. I approached first the Maybeline counter - I was in this makeup mood that evening - wanting to still try on the new foundation and noticed this promoter - not a young person mind you - with this super black face staring at us. I thought she wanted to promote her brand at first but she made no move to approach me.

We moved on to the Silky Girl counter toward the inside of the shop where I saw these lip glosses on sale and thought to get 1 for my mum. Busying myself with trying out the colors on my fingers, I was oblivious to my surroundings until Airen nudged at me. She had followed us and was standing on our left side, steps away from us, so obviously pretending to be reading instructions on a product when her real intent was to "catch me red-handed" leaving with unpaid stuff in my huge zipped up bag.

I wasn't pissed at that time though he was and took my sweet time to try and compare. Only when I was done and finally took a good look at her did I feel my blood boil. She was staring at me with some kind of dislike as if I'm a teen shop lifter or something. I worked at a retail shop before and knew how to spot shop lifters as well as how to react toward them! In no way, do I stare at them or follow them in such obvious manner!

This brings me back to the question. Why was I or rather we, singled out where there were so many shoppers and some of them teens who were in the shop? Do I look like a shop lifter or some cheapskate who couldn't afford to fork out $5.90 for a single lip gloss?

On our way out, after paying for 2, she was still staring hard at us. Oh please! What did we ever do to you? We so regretted not telling her off in the face. She does so deserve it!

My next stop was at M.A.C at Tangs. I was dying to see if the Disney Lip Conditioner collection was out. It was. They blew my mind away and I got the Daisy one on the spot. The extreme difference between the sales girls was simply glaring at this moment. The ones at M.A.C took time to speak to me, find me the sample color that wasn't there in front of me and passed me a Q-tip when I so stupidly stuck my finger in the pot - though I'm sure they laughed at my moutainess later on.

True enough, M.A.C is much more expensive and thus, I would have to expect better service anyone might think BUT I do recall this incident, my first time approaching a makeup counter - Lancome - where the 2 sales girls turned 1 to the left and the other to the right immediately on my approach. Sometimes I really do wonder what is wrong. Do I look too young to be served? Too poor to buy things or simply like a shop lifter that I should not be left alone with anything that has a price tag? Perhaps I should convert to Internet shopping instead.