We walked into MAC, and encountered a fat tattooed man. Rachel and I looked at each other, not sure what to say. Why was he in a makeup store? Maybe buying a present for his wife? So we just stare at him. We then realize he is cleaning brushes. Wait. Wait a second. That meant this burly fellow was a makeup artist. A MAKEUP ARTIST? He looked like he could be on American Chopper riding a Harley and wearing a bandanna, then heading down to Cook's Corner (a motorcycle bar) to get a beer and play pool. Why in the galaxies was he a makeup artist?
"Can I help you?" YES! OUR ASSUMPTION WAS RIGHT! HE WAS INDEED A MAC MAKEUP ARTIST!
"Do you give free makeovers?" I asked the man.
"Yeah, we give eye demos. Do you want one?" he replied.
"Sure!" I said. I looked at Rachel. We were both trying to mask our laughter.
"I think I'll go for more of a spring look with you." he said.
Um. By "spring" I think he meant butterfly. Because this was the product 10 minutes later.
He gave me a mirror to look at his creation.
"WOW! I love it! How cool! Thank you so much!" Hah. I was trying my very hardest to keep a straight face. It did not help that there was a gay makeup artist guy bouncing around singing "Ai'nt No Other Man" in a ridiculously high pitched voice.
What an experience. I kept the makeup on...oh the stares I got. I highly recommend going into MAC to get a makeover...IF you are good at keeping a straight face.
2 comments:
you grotesque me.
i adore men who bounce around singing Ain't No Other Man in high pitched voices. they are kind of my passion.
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