She has me hold my hand out like she's going to tell me my fortune and pours a small amount of salts on my palm.
Excuse me. Excuse me. (PAUSE) Can I show you something? Have you ever heard of the Dead Sea Scroll?
Next she sprays my hand with a spray bottle filled with what I guess is plain water.
How does that feel?
Now wash your hands like you would with soap
Okay. Is this going to screw up my silver?
No, that's okay. Now, do your hands feel different?
No, no. Doe they feel oily now?
Oh yeah. Oily. Right. Thanks for showing me that
I go on my merry way.
Was this a woman who selected me out of all those x-mas shoppers because she thought she could sell me some junk which, it's my experience, those little vendor posts push on people? Or was she hitting on me and, like a dude might say after a woman responds to his approach with "Get a life" or "Drop dead" or "Get lost" or "Go fuck your mother", gets over the rejection by making a scene that might appear like I'm some jaded birthday boy trying to exchange my duck for free, caring sex. What's the difference between a vendor like Premium Skin Care compared to the fruit stands, taco stands, paleta men, tamale vendors, churro vendors that a police cruisers can chase those guys away but nobody ever sees a cop closing down those mall rat vendors?
Hey! What happened to you?!!