Time for some botox
Bring on the botox. Not.
Funny story. I went to the pharmacy yesterday to buy some new hypoallergenic mascara and blush (still fighting with my sensitive eyes). There was a woman at the store who was doing some kind of demonstration of new organic products.
I took the opportunity to ask her about eye creams to relieve my allergies. She leads me to a shelf full of expensive organic products in tiny bottles, and then eyes me and asks how old I am. My answer prompts her to show me the anti-aging eye creams.
Yes. The ANTI-AGING creams.
I paused for a second to double check if she was joking, but alas, she was not. She said it’s never too early to start, and that she’s sold anti-aging creams to 23-year-olds. And that it’ll work preventively.
I wanted to bitch-slap her. I’m pretty sure my eyes expressed the words: “What did you just call me?”
As if having 19-year-olds in my class wasn’t hard enough on my age crisis. Now I’ve got a middle-aged pharmacy-demonstration-lady-whatnot telling me I need anti-aging creams.