M*A*C Counter Adventure

I love makeup. It's like finger paint, but for your face.

Occasionally I like to brows the make up counters at the mall and play with all of the colors. Deep purple powder for the eyes here, shimmery pink gloss for the lips there, super sexy lashes mascara somewhere else and finish off with some kind of crazy expensive face cream designed to make me look ten years of age with the faintest golden glimmer resembling that of an Egyptian goddess.

It's playtime and make believe just like when I was a kid. But now I am an adult. And instead of pretending I am Malibu Beach Barbie, I pretend I am me, but a supermodel.

I got to the mall today feeling good. I was having a good hair day AND a good outfit day. It was the perfect combination for some makeup playtime. I stopped by benefit, smashbox (my personal favorite), and clinique. The last place I decided to stop at was the MAC counter.

Ohhhh. MAC counter. How I love you.

I love the MAC counter because there is so much to choose from. They have so many amazing and beautiful colors. Most of which I could never and should never wear, but I tried some of them on anyway. Because it was playtime. So who cares?

Now as much as I love the MAC counter, I sometimes loath the MAC counter. I would say almost everytime I go I get totally ignored by the people who work there. I guess I don't get too botherd by it becasue I still go back. But today was a little out of hand.

If I didn't fricken love their nail polish and lip glosses so much I would totally break up with them after today.

I found some nail polish I really liked and I waited for what seemed to be 15 minutes to get help at the register. There were two people working. They saw me waiting but they just continued their conversation and COMPLETELY ignored me.

Finally someone came to the register and he rang me up. And then he had the nerve to say "Can I interest you in our face cream? It would really help those dark circles under your eyes."

"You dick." I wanted to say but didn't.

Seriously?!?! WTF?

Do they have a cream for manners?