Bagpipes and Perfume Bonuses and Santa(r)
Posted on November 24th, 2012
Pea and I were downtown today, and it was crazy. The crowds were typical for this time of year, but the street musicians and performers were everywhere. (Sometimes two jammed together on the same corner.)
And there were pipes. “Let’s go listen to the pipes,” I said to Pea, who has — and this is the important part — been taking Highland dancing lessons for months.
We get to the corner with the piper. I look at Pea…
…and she has her hands over her ears.
Huh. We have some desensitization to do, I think.
So we moved on.
I’ve been out of my favorite perfume for a while (money) and had previously only been able to find it at Nordstrom, but on the way into Macy’s to meet friends, Pea and I stopped by the perfume counter. Lo, they had it! And I bought the cheapest bottle I could (money).
Perfume lady 1: provides tons of free samples.
Perfume lady 2: “Oh, did you get Alien? We have a gift for you with that.”
Perfume manager to Perfume lady 2: “Hey, go in the back and check and see if we have any more of the Black Friday promotion.”
And that is how I ended with the least expensive bottle of my favorite perfume, more samples and travel sizes, a cute cosmetic bag and — get this — a pair of over the ear headphones, which were left over from the Black Friday promotions. Well played, Macy’s perfume counter.
The big bonus here? My Sennheiser headphones developed a short last night. I almost cried. So these are no Sennheisers, but hey, they work. (And guess what just went to the top of my Christmas list.)
And then Pea, on the way over to the shoe area, nearly tripped the nastiest, bitchiest opposing counsel I ever had. Heh.
After suffering through shopping with three women (including vainly trying to get a friend to try on sparkly blue pumps), Pea, whose behavior was becoming more and more disorganized, finally got to go to Santaland.
There was no line! And I had done no prep work with her (our answer to “Is Santa real?” has always been “What do you think?”). We have never taken her to see a Santa before, and it’s really only been this year that she’s been interested. (Also, she doesn’t say “Santa.” She pronounces it “Santar.”)
We sailed up the long queuing area and she, who is not really paying attention, is suddenly confronted with the entire Santa set. Also, he was a good Santa! (My criteria are looks, niceness, and no perv vibe.)
She was wide-eyed and nearly speechless. She couldn’t really think of anything she wanted for Christmas, and was intimidated enough she didn’t even fake smile for the picture.
I’ll put today in the win column.
UPDATE: M believes he can solder a new connector onto the headphones. Yay!