When boredom strikes, I head to the shops. "Retail Therapy" is the truest phrase ever.
This Saturday, I ventured out into the snow and hit up TJ Maxx. There wasn't much, and I figured they were probably still wiped out after Christmas. I felt like browsing some beauty, so I crossed the street to Walmart.
After spending a little too long wandering the two makeup aisles, I had a lip gloss in hand (Maybelline Elixir in Captivating Carnation, if you were wondering) and swatches all over the backs of my hands. I had just decided to actually start my grocery shopping when a CoverGirl nail polish display caught my eye on an endcap.
I tried to pick up a light cucumbery green. It failed.
As it tumbled down the front of my body, I tried to grab it but the force of my hand just knocked it further away from me. Before I knew it, the cap flew off and polish had cascaded diagonally across the concrete floor and the rest was quickly flooding out of the bottle. I scooped it up only to see that I had busted the glass on top and there was no way to twist the cap back on. I remember setting it on top, and placing it BACK IN THE DISPLAY while saying, "I'm just gonna...put this back..."
I threw the Elixir in some random place (why, Sarah?!) and, head down, beelined for the front door.
As I got in my snow-covered car, I remembered when I was shopping downtown with a friend during freshman year of high school. We were in a boutique with stupidly priced items, and she accidentally knocked a shirt off the rack. We were both too awkward to even pick it up. The salesgirl strutted across the shop, and with the biggest side-eye in the world, picked it up and sassily put it back on the rack. As she should have. Who lets freshman in boutiques, anyway?
Why didn't I just alert somebody to the nail polish fiasco?! I worked for Walmart. I know the spill procedures. Why am I such an asshole.
I tried to reverse my car to leave and it wouldn't go. After a second of panic, I realized I hadn't even turned the key. Duh.