A kiosk worker waved a sample at me and said, “Let me fix your skin.”
My skin??
He smeared mystery lotion on my hand and launched into a five-minute pitch about exfoliation, hydration, and aging.
When I escaped, my hand smelled incredible… and I somehow agreed to take a pamphlet.
Mall kiosk workers possess magic.
My skin??
He smeared mystery lotion on my hand and launched into a five-minute pitch about exfoliation, hydration, and aging.
When I escaped, my hand smelled incredible… and I somehow agreed to take a pamphlet.
Mall kiosk workers possess magic.
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