Today I ventured out to the Mall to get a few things on Steph's list for Christmas. Since I hate shopping more than anything on the planet, I devised a quick exit plan. I was to go to three stores, get in, and get out.
Stephanie had some make up items on her list, so I decided to go to Nordstroms last, head to one counter, and have them round them all up for me. This is what was on the dear childs list:
Bobbi Brown blush/Orgasm blush
Shu Umera eyelash curler.
Since I had never heard of NARS, I headed straight for the Bobbi Brown counter. This is the conversation;
Girl: May I help you?
ME: Yes, thank you. I need a make up brush set, Shu Umera eyelash curler, and an Orgasm blush.
Girl: Ummmmmm......what kind of blush?
(Lady next to me puts down the eyeliner she was trying on, to now stare at me in disbelief)
Girl: We don't have Orgasm blush here. *snicker, snicker*
ME: Well, it is right here on the list...see? (as I shove the list at her, trying to avoid embarrassment, and secretly wanting to kill Stephanie)
Another employee, listening intently behind my "girl" came up to inform me that "orgasm" was at NARS, not Bobbi Brown.
Who in their freaking right mind would name a blush Orgasm? I had to check it out for myself...to see if my lovely daughter (who is almost 18) was choosing this JUST for the name *which I would die if this was the case* OR if it truly was a pretty color. I decided it WAS a pretty color, but was NOT going to purchase it.
That will teach her to send me to the wrong counter and ask for the "Orgasm Blush".