One of the managers I work with is in Toronto on business. He texted me about something, and just as he did I realized I was running out of my MAC cover up. I don't know what the connection was, so don't ask.
All I know is that I am running out of my MAC cover up and I can't get it where I live. And when he texted me, I sort of went into desperation mode.
I texted him back, ignoring his original question, and asked if he could please stop at a MAC make-up counter to pick up a tube of MAC NW 20 cover up. I don't use it a lot...in fact, the last one I bought was in August. But, it is the right consistency and colour for my pasty white skin.
(Tangent: shut up, Scott A)
He texted me something like "ARE YOU CRAZY?" But, he relented and said he would 'try'. I knew I had him.
I told him where to go, and he stalked the place for two days. Today, he finally had the courage to go in. I told him to man up, and consider this personal growth.
He replied that he felt weird, since he was the only man there, and they didn't serve draft beer. Whatever. Then he texted me and said 'The Eagle Has Landed!!' I wrote my deepest thanks, and told him he was a good soul.
That's when he wrote me back and said "No, I'm serious. I was at Yonge and Bloor, and an eagle landed right beside me!"
Riiiight. Yes, he is stranger than I am. These are the people I work with.
But, I've got my MAC. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
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