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Wednesday, December 22, 2004
Giving the Gift of Blog Mom told me to get my grandmother some "rich moisture cream" from an Avon boutique "behind the Publix" near my work. Seems easy enough, right? I went Monday on my lunchbreak, and drove down the road next to and behind the Publix. I was looking for ANY sign that mentioned Avon. Crap. I'd never asked what the place was called. Today, I called mom to ask, and she couldn't remember. "It had Avon in the name, I think. Do you want me to call and call you back? Or, I could just give you the number." "No, I'll find it." Well, I DID find it. In a last-ditch effort, I pulled into the only clump of "storefronts" it could have been in. There was a tiny sign that mentioned an Avon "boutique." More obvious were the signs that read "OPEN" or "NOW OPEN." So, of course the door was locked when I tried to open it. If it was something that I could find anywhere else, I would've burned that fuckin' place down and just bought it from Wal-Mart. But I'll be forced to go back tomorrow. I'll let you know if I say something inappropriate during my "rich moisture cream" purchase. |