Christmas is a mere 5 days away, so in typical male fashion, I started my shopping. And since I'm back in New Hampshire, that means I was being economical by avoiding the sales tax (wink wink, nudge nudge).
The mall is an obvious choice, so I decided to start there. I also had some time to kill because I was getting my oil changed at Sears, so after getting my shopping done in 20 minutes, I just made laps up and down the main hall.
I was propositioned by one of the stall hawkers to let them show me how they can make my texting easier (I was tapping on my phone, looking stuff up and notifying Facebook of my joy at the lack of sales tax). With time to kill, and a notoriously awful inability to say no, I decided to humor her.
She asked me to hold out my pinky, and then with some sort of block, began buffing my nail. She talked about the various properties of this magic block and the fact that buying one would net me 3 additional kits. I inquired as to what she was doing and what it was because I have no knowledge of nail care. She never actually answered me...
Also, I asked her how this was supposed to make texting easier. She laughed at that and said that it wouldn't, but it got my attention. The sly dog!
After buffing my nail, she brought me over to one of their cart lights so I could see the amazing finish my pinky now possessed, all the while telling me that it would make a wonderful present for all of the girls I know. I continued to play along, and I'm sure she thought that I was hooked, and going to drop the $70 or so for the kit when I dropped some knowledge on her.
I informed her that I go to a tech school where there are very few girls, and I don't know any that I would buy a $70 nail kit for. The unfortunate sales girl's face fell, with the faint sound of her commission flying out the window. She weakly offered up "what about your mom? your sister?" Unfortunately for her, my mom isn't much into nail care, and I have no sisters (technically a half truth, but whatever).
The sales girl threw up her arms in what I initially thought was a hug (that would have been weird if I followed through with that thought), but was more just an exasperated shrug and said "well, what can you do?" I agreed, thanked her for the shiny pinky, and continued on my way.