09/28/2023
Nutmeg
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Good mood: Priceless
The end of the story was that I was laughing with my upper body hanging over a fancy glass case and thought it was about to collapse.
The sales clerks thought that apparently also, they had gathered around me and disapproved silently my appearance. I did not know at all that one can disapprove silently dermaßen.
The beginning of the story was that I had discovered by chance in the noble department store of my confidence a new Tom Ford fragrance.
I am yes optimist, and all years brought master Ford yes between the whole Plörre true strokes of genius out.
New game new luck, Curious I am already.
Campfire smoke, a nasty vanilla note with the each Duftbäumchen pales with envy and a touch of mountain pine cold bath. The whole somehow strangely watered down. Somewhere in the campfire someone roasts a sausage.
The absolute horror it was not now, merely somehow strangely discordant as if one had very extensively considered which notes in no case fit together. And what certainly no one wants to smell.
It was not even penetrating, even discreetly in the range one takes it quickly even no longer perceived.
So far so unspectacular. I sprayed and sniffed and announced that this fragrance is probably rather not my forest area. Just I wanted to go, I remembered to ask about the price.
Maybe you're back on the ground of facts landed after Tom Ford has sold off everything.
The laughing fit was epic.
Tears, stomach ache, the full program. And as soon as I had caught myself it started all over again.
"Um, we also carry fragrances in cheaper price categories" tried one of the disgruntled saleswomen to calm me.
"Yes, almost all of them" I snorted with a high red head.
Being embarrassingly obvious and having a lousy sense of humor are my core competencies I'm afraid.
After I had still elegantly wiped the tears from my face with my sleeve, I thanked politely and walked as gracefully as possible towards the exit.
"If the nutcase comes next time I hide in the cosmetics department" it moaned behind me.
The ladies just have no sense of humor.
The sales clerks thought that apparently also, they had gathered around me and disapproved silently my appearance. I did not know at all that one can disapprove silently dermaßen.
The beginning of the story was that I had discovered by chance in the noble department store of my confidence a new Tom Ford fragrance.
I am yes optimist, and all years brought master Ford yes between the whole Plörre true strokes of genius out.
New game new luck, Curious I am already.
Campfire smoke, a nasty vanilla note with the each Duftbäumchen pales with envy and a touch of mountain pine cold bath. The whole somehow strangely watered down. Somewhere in the campfire someone roasts a sausage.
The absolute horror it was not now, merely somehow strangely discordant as if one had very extensively considered which notes in no case fit together. And what certainly no one wants to smell.
It was not even penetrating, even discreetly in the range one takes it quickly even no longer perceived.
So far so unspectacular. I sprayed and sniffed and announced that this fragrance is probably rather not my forest area. Just I wanted to go, I remembered to ask about the price.
Maybe you're back on the ground of facts landed after Tom Ford has sold off everything.
The laughing fit was epic.
Tears, stomach ache, the full program. And as soon as I had caught myself it started all over again.
"Um, we also carry fragrances in cheaper price categories" tried one of the disgruntled saleswomen to calm me.
"Yes, almost all of them" I snorted with a high red head.
Being embarrassingly obvious and having a lousy sense of humor are my core competencies I'm afraid.
After I had still elegantly wiped the tears from my face with my sleeve, I thanked politely and walked as gracefully as possible towards the exit.
"If the nutcase comes next time I hide in the cosmetics department" it moaned behind me.
The ladies just have no sense of humor.
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