The case said BRITTANY in rhinestones, in case she forgot.
“Okay, guys, help me choose. This one or this one?”
She held two perfume bottles up to the screen.
The reason stood right in front of me.
“Ma’am, should I ring those up?” the cashier asked.
“One sec, my chat is deciding.”
Honey, at my age, ‘one second’ better come with a chair.
“I know! They’re both gorgeous. Maybe I’ll just take both.”
The cashier read out the total. She blinked at it for half a second.
Then she smiled at the phone.
The line was crawling.
“Beauty is an investment, right?”
She paid. Then she grabbed a tester and sprayed her neck, her wrists and, for good measure, her hair.
The cloud reached me a moment later. I coughed.
“Excuse me, dear. That’s quite a strong perfume.”
“It’s French.”
“I don’t think the French intended us to taste it.”
