I called back and said 'Sorry, I'm on my way to a meeting.' I continued walking away.
The promotions guy then called out again and said in a very thick, very Italian accent, 'Can I ask you something?'
I stopped, but was still inching myself backwards. I'd told him I was on my way somewhere, surely he wasn't still trying to get me to buy the beauty products that he was obviously selling. 'Yep, but I'm on my way to a meeting.'
'Oh look, don't take this the wrong way. Please don't take this the wrong way.'
I just looked at him a bit peeved. Dude I am on my way to a meeting and you're worried about offending me? And you're making me stop, when it's clear I am fanging it elsewhere??
And again, 'Please don't take this the wrong way, but are you, don't take this the wrong way. Are you using anything on your eyes?'
I turned and walked off 'No, and I'm on my way to a meeting.'
Men and cosmetic sales. Does it mix? And men with no sense of how to pose a question elegantly.
I walked away to that meeting feeling like poop. AND trying to steal glances at myself in shop windows to see if I looked ok.
So what if I look tired? I have two small children. I have a husband. I try and keep the house tidy, and if not tidy, at least clean. And I work. Of course I look freaking tired. I'm allowed to look tired. I'm not afraid to look tired.
And did he think that I was so insecure that I was going to ditch my meeting to buy up on his C-grade skin care so I looked less tired? More likely I'd ring up and complain that this guy needs some serious customer training.
Matt always thinks mamas look so nice because they have that gentle, tired look to them. I like to think I have that look too. Tired. Gentle. Busy. And happy.
So this is me. In all my tired glory. Take that promo-man. SHAZAM!