Vanity, thy name is..

It is rather mollifying when stopping in a beauty store to buy overpriced products to calm your suddenly Marie Antoinette-ish skin (I want to be oily! No, I want to be dry! Nonono, I want to have my cake and eat it too and be BOTH all at the SAME TIME!) when the manager recognises you. But no, she doesn't recognise you from shopping at the store because you have actually never stepped foot in that store before. No, she recognises you because you apparently spent way too much time at the makeup counters in a completely different city.

Moral of the story: Perhaps it is time to stop playing with makeup and time to actually start reading your books, you silly vain goose.