Last week I saw this new spray-on body makeup at the drugstore. I tested some out on my leg and it looked amazing - like I had air-brushed my own skin to the perfect brown. I was so excited to be able to use it at work to hide bruises and those red shaving bumps on my booty. I used it on last Tuesday.
I hadn't been to work since, until yesterday. I went in to pick up my credit card payments from last time I worked. I go to the manager and he gives me my envelope with the money, tells me to open it there in front of him. I'm like, 'um, O.k', (this is very unusual). I open it up and it is $100 lighter than it should have been. There is a drycleaning recipt. For $98.00 "Black Silk Suit - Stain Removal"
Manager said the guy came in with the bill since something on me stained his lap. He said the guy wouldn't leave without getting reimbursed, was making a scene and the club had no choice, so I have to eat the loss.
Said his wife was really mad and knew exactly what happened.
Sally-Hensen sux.


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