I found my new favorite perfume.
Thing is, it's my first favorite perfume cuz I don't wear perfume.
Most of the time, I find the scents to be cloying and I've worked with enough people over the years that take a bath in perfume to realize how dangerous it can be in large quantities. It really should only be used by a professional and that certainly isn't me.
But as I wandered in Canal Park yesterday, waiting for a party to start (it was pre-arranged, I don't just stand around Canal Park looking for a good time...usually)I went into Duluth's version of a high end art gallery and shop.
It was there that I found it.
Along with its accompanying soap and lotion.
And there were testers. Lots of testers.
And I bathed in it like a french prostitute on a two for one coupon night.
I'm not quite sure if it's a common thing or not, covering your wrists with perfume and then grooming yourself like a cat while three bored sales persons look on in deep skepticism. I'm sure there was some sort of a retinal scanner somewhere as I walked in and my retina pattern was linked up to my bank account and they already knew what my account balance was and that I would never actually BUY the perfume. (OK, perhaps I've watched a LITTLE too much sci-fi). Either that or it was my kickin' party wardrobe purchased for $1.99 at Goodwill. Somehow, they just KNEW I fit in.
After I was liberally coated, I started looking at price tags. Just for laughs.
Yeah. And it was laughable!
So I've developed the poor white trash perfume plan. It will sort of be like visitation rights in a divorce.
Whenever the occasion warrants, I'll just leave enough time to stop by the shop before I go to my outing.
I'll just lather up with the testers, smile brilliantly at the obviously disgusted salespeople, and then haul ass outta there.
Easy as pie.