I was walking through the mall when a kiosk worker caught my eye and waved a sample at me. I tried to smile and keep walking, but they stepped directly into my path and said, “Let me fix your skin.”
My skin??
I froze long enough for them to smear some mystery lotion on my hand, and within seconds I was listening to a five-minute pitch about exfoliation, hydration, and the “aging process.”
When I finally escaped, my hand smelled incredible, but I also somehow agreed to take a pamphlet. I still don’t know how they do it.
Mall kiosk workers possess magic.