I was picking up something for my mom recently in Neiman Marcus of all places. I don’t usually like to go to Neimans because, well, other than not being able to afford anything, I really don’t like to stick out like a sore thumb in my non-designer clothes. Anyway, I was at the makeup counter picking up my mom’s stuff when an older, 50-ish woman cuts in front of me and proceeds to buy facial products which cost $100 per item (anyone familiar with Darphin?). For someone spending so much on skin care, the woman smelled fucking awful. I mean, not just a little bad - it was choking, take-a-step-back bad.
Imagine if you will a tiny, birdlike woman with an intricate beehive hairdo, dressed in an “elegant” Donna Karan jogging suit, wearing Prada sunglasses purchasing $500 of skin care products - a different cream for under her eyes, and a different one for her eyelids. One lotion for her face, another for her neck. Apparently, her personal shopper had left some products up at the makeup counter for her, and she just had to get them now because she was already late for lunch, so would the sales girl please just hurry and get it over with. Her rudeness made me want to smack her, but the huge dousing of perfume she wore, delicately layered over the putrid scents of unwashed hair and BO, made me want to run away. Far, far away. In addition, her Donna Karan jogging suit reeked of cigarette smoke, and an unlit cigarette dangled from her lips, waggling up and down as she barked orders to the sales girl behind the counter. There were layers upon layers of awful smell emanating from this woman, along with multiple waves of rudeness.
Rudeness aside, why the fuck do some people think that perfume = shower?? She was clearly well off. I don’t know anyone who can afford to spend the $500 she spent on skin care, but who doesn’t have access to a goddamn shower and washing machine. Jesus, and she was meeting someone for lunch that way? I hope it was someone she hates, because her smell alone could kill. Ugh.