What other conclusion may I draw when some concession sales assistant bops up to me as I'm idly browsing the creams and lotions of Selfridges beauty hall and tells me, as she repeatedly glances at my chest, about the miracles of some bestselling product designed specifically to plump up one's chest area.
I was mildly offended, both at her inability to maintain eye contact during her unwarranted sales pitch and also at her intimating that I needed it! Apparently I have a lacklustre cleavage.
Tuesday, 25 May 2010
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