So I went to the BE store today as planned. Let me tell you what a lovely experience that was. I should’ve known it would be awful since it’s in the South Park mall. Oy. A little background here — the South Park area of Charlotte is where the nouveau riche live, and it’s very…tone-y. These are folks who simply don’t know that money doesn’t equal class, no matter how many Louis Vuitton purses one might own. The honest part of me should now admit that I’m just pissed that they can afford to shop in the Cole Haan store, and I can’t. :grin:

ANYway, so we’re in the mall (which I just hate because I feel like I have to dress up to go), and we make it to BE. I wasn’t impressed. First, it wasn’t altogether the cleanest place I’d ever seen. Second, every woman working there had applied her own makeup with paintbrushes and, quite possibly, putty knives. I go in anyway, determined to find out if I’m warm or cool and to procure some foundation and powder, maybe more if I find something I like. In other words, I have money, and I want to spend it.

I walk in and am greeted with… nothing. No one even looks at me. In fairness, they were pretty busy, but too busy to turn and say, “Hi! Be with you in just a sec!”? Also? I didn’t know that waiting one’s turn was gauche, but apparently that’s the case since three people pushed ahead of me and got service. By now, I’m a little irritated, but I’m not mad yet…not ’til the girl with a monroe piercing, an eating disorder and a funhouse mirror at home (just a guess based on her makeup application) takes a look at me and walks away while I’m trying to get some help. Alright, I’m done. I don’t need makeup. I have great skin, and well, just to be real, I can get away with a dusting of Cover Girl powder even for pictures. So I stomp out of the store raging at Bill about South Park, uppity bitches and a serious need to pee, in that order.

And damnit all, I still don’t know if I’m warm or cool.