Every time I shop for cosmetics I get so mad at sales ladies.
As soon as you step inside, someone stops in front of you to ask "What are you looking for?" like you had to be looking for something. Well, I don't know, can I BROWSE FIRST?!
Then, you are completely left alone. Like deadly alone; hay-rolling-across-a-field alone. If you visit half an hour before closing time, someone will stare at you morbidly, just so you'd leave because you feel so unwelcome.
Scenario from this past weekend:
"Oh, I had no idea Shiseido had a cream eyeliner." [me in Italian]
"Um, what is it like?... Can I try it?" [picking up the product]
"Sure." [just standing there]
"Ummm, do I just use my FINGER?" [it's an eyeliner...]
"Yea, it's a tester."
"Ummmmm, do you have a brush, then I can try it properly?" [come on, I'm dying here!]
"Oufff, I don't have brushes just lying around here...I mean..."
She then opened a random drawer and gave me a bald stick that was once a brush in its previous life. It had three strands of hair left on it. She walked away and disappeared.
Seething with anger with a stick in my hand, I moved on to lipsticks.
"So? Do you want it?" was the response I got from her.
That's a commission-free world for you right there.
45 minutes ago