But alas on my lonesome I perused through all the stores buying pretty much anything I picked up. My wardrobe is currently at maximum capacity so I don't know what I will do with my purchases but anyway.
At one store I was handing over my credit card and the sales clerk started laughing.
"Oh my god, I thought your name was Megan Fox!" she exclaimed as she saw my signature which pretty much is a cursive Megan with a F and some weird squiggles.
"If that was my name, boy would I be depressed, imagine living in that hot bitch's shadow!" I replied.
"No way girlfriend, You are way hotter, she is all fake and plastic!" She added.
We then chatted about plastic surgery and I walked out with a smile on my face. Not because I truly though she believed I was hotter than Megan Fox, I mean come on!
It just reinforced that salespeople will tell you anything for a sale. And sometimes it works.
Perhaps I should try it out at the store I work at.
"OOOhh I really like your orthopaedic shoes you are wearing that help make up for one of your legs being longer than the other- wanna try on these diamond earrings"
or "Wow that Adidas tracksuit looks phenomenal on you, how about this big gold chain?"
How could it fail?
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