So I'm standing in line at Marshalls buying a pillow and a fake plant when the woman in front of me accosts me. "That is soooo pretty! OMG! Where did you find it?"
"In the back," I point.
haha! You are SO bubbly! I love your personality! You know, I love this
store. And HomeGoods too. I spent $1,000 there on house stuff. It's
"Yeah, I like that place too," I offered.
My husband and I were buying this teak wooden outdoor table and I
thought $250 omg that's too much but we loved it and bought it anyway.
THEN I called my friends from North Carolina, that's where we get ALL
our furniture, and they priced it out down there, it would have been
$1400! So see. That place is addictive."
me (smiling weakly): "mmm hmm." (thinking WHY won't the cashier hurry the FUCK UP!)
"OH you are such a people person! Would you be interested in a
makeover? I LOVE your skin. You would just love these products, they are
amazing. I mean, look at MY skin. A few years ago it looked much MUCH
older. Mary Kay cosmetics. They are the BEST."
me: "That's nice but I'm not really into makeovers, I like doing my own routine."
"OH it's not like that! I promise! We don't touch anyone, we're not
licensed to touch anybody. So we just offer you any makeup you want and
you get to pick out what you want to try for your makeover. Call me for
an appointment! There's NO obligation and you don't have to buy
anything, it's free to try all the stuff."
She presses a
business card in my hand, the obnoxious kind that needs to scream
"SALES!" so loudly that it tents out into a miniature pamphlet.
me: "uh, you know I basically work two jobs and just do not have time for anything else but thanks anyway."
"TWO jobs? You should come work for me. I make 6 figures a year, then
you wouldn't have to work so much. Don't you want to make six figures? I
couldn't believe it the first year I made that. And they gave me a pink
cadillac and everything. I've had 6 cars since I've been working for
them. I miss the pink cadillac though, that was a good car." She stares
wistfully out the window and I finally pay for my stuff and walk out.
She's beside me the whole way.
"See, there's my car now! Here, I'll press the keychain -- look, there are the lights! It's a Saturn."
"That's very nice. I heard Mary Kay treats their salespeople well and I
remember hearing that the best ones can sometimes get cars."
"What? Salesperson? No, I'm not a salesperson. I don't sell anything.
Everyone thinks I sell stuff, I don't. Mary Kay just gives this to me.
You could have the same exact thing too you know. It's not just me, they
treat EVERYONE this way. There are women making as much as me only two
months into it."
me: "No thanks, I love what I do and
am not interested in anything else." (Thinking inside "yeah right! Mary
Kay throws money at people for NO reason! Sure. Great business model,
one sure to keep a company going for decades.")
I can smell an MLM scheme a mile away. MLM = multi-level marketing and
desperate followers have the intensity of religious zealots, except
they worship get-rich-quick schemes instead of gods. NuSkin, A&L
Williams Insurance, Herbalife, Amway... those are all flake companies
that infect the weak-minded and turn them into hysterical humanoids
that, like the cast of zombies in 28 Days Later, chase down every living soul left in the desperate attempt to suck out their lifeblood and turn them into one of their own.
her: "OH what do you do? You love it that much! That's really great but you know who wouldn't want to make as much as me."
me: "Um, I work with computers. Anyway I gotta go."
"Well look at my website or call me if you change your mind. You
wouldn't believe the stuff we have, the same lotion that J. Lo has for
$600, we have and it's only $30. Vitamins A, C, & E.
Antioxidants, very good for the skin. One time of trying it and you
would be amazed. And you get all your money back if you don't like it.
No matter what. Mary Kay just reimburses me, how's that? I mean, I have
women all the time who try stuff and send it back saying 'I didn't
really like this lipstick color' and that's fine. I could send it back
to Mary Kay. Of course most of the time I just eat the cost because I
make so much it's not worth the time to fill out the paperwork but
still. You should try it!"
The whole time I am walking
towards my car, an ever-widening chasm between us. And she's STILL
talking! "OH be careful of that oncoming car! It was so nice to meet
you. I hope to hear from you. I love people! I'm going into HomeGoods
now, take care!"
Sheesh! So my advice to you, dear
reader, who I've just made suffer as much as I did a few hours ago,
don't make eye contact with overly-friendly women talking too loudly in
checkout lines. If you grunt their way, they might fall for your
"bubbly" personality and try to recruit (infect) you. You are